sea otter symphony

My Zen teacher is in Japan. Here’s a telephone conversation with my new landlord Tuesday afternoon – Me – “Hello Frank, it’s Buddy Cushman.” Frank – One one thousand, two one thousand, three one thousand, “Oh, right, Buddy Cushman, hello.”

There were a lot of tears at the Co-op Tuesday morning within the “I’ll be leaving soon” conversation – Jolene’s and mine. There was also deep magic in the how of how that conversation happened, which is a story for another day.

I actually had contact yesterday with all three of the people I know, and have never met, in my coming soon zip code: One by phone (One one thousand), two by text.

Today, after taking advantage of the opportunity to let the hospital job coach threesome know of my plan to real soon head north toward Oakland, I’ll shimmy over to Point Loma and get a vaccination for RSV in the nurse’s clinic. Thursday may be a sick day, as in “too healthy” to go to work.