I got almost nothing done this weekend which I had wanted to do, but I have spent a decent percentage of it sleeping after a week of progressively not, which will in theory help with doing some of those things in future. Yesterday I walked to the library to collect a book for my mother and to the theater to collect some ice cream from
spatch and this afternoon I walked around the reservoir with my father and we celebrated Mother's Day with hamburgers and my family's third marmalade cake in two months, this time with hazelnut instead of almond flour. We should maybe write and tell the Boston Globe.
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- 1: Pilgrimage, private life, mortality
- 2: My dream house is a negative space of rock
- 3: Your spirit watched me up the stairs
- 4: No, I'll build a cute flower border
- 5: If you don't want the death of the party after I'm gone, sing one for me
- 6: Life, a series of memorials and signals
- 7: Once you've gone, remains the question, baby
- 8: Does everybody know he's a ghost?
- 9: Broken like the earth or a name for a first love or a lesson in shame
- 10: I want to show you all the versions of myself
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