I saw the new movie, A Ghost Story. I wanted to love it more than I did, but I liked it. It’s strictly my problem. I want answers about life and death, but who really has answers?
For this reason, my favorite parts were the very very brief times when the ghosts talked to each other. It was the sharing of confusion, and lack of answers, that touched me. It’s really all we have (I have). The ability to share our need and uncertainty.
Bodhi on my lap. I miss my kittens. They are back at the ASPCA, getting neutered. A process that takes two and a half days, the ASPCA way. (24 hour med check, procedure, 24 hours to check the healing.). They’re going to forget me and Bleecker!