i've started to cook. yesiree. In earnest now! mushrooms and cream sauce. corn on the cob, fish fillets. A little of this a little of that, low temperature, the music plenty loud in the kitchen. Gina, Brody and Carl arriving any minute. And yes. dinner is served! (proudly wiping my hands on my apron). magician.

 my faveourite is stone soup :) in fact, I've not made it. No not exactly. not quite yet. Stone soup, you see, is my faveourite aspiration. it's a cauldron with carrots and salt and potatoes and stones. It is me with tendrils of hair stuck to my brow, sleeves pushed up, bent double- stirring in the potion. cabbages, tomatoes, garlic cloves.

Soup like this is to be made for vagabonds. so dear traveling ones. this week. i will make it all my life for other nomads. dear friends. you know the story of stone soup? of all sharing and none going hungry, soup out of big pots in the town square. the smell bringing hungry faces out of doors, chldren in arms, solitude forgotten?

i will continue these sporadic meetings. we each have carrots to add. strings of onions.

 kelsey. oy vay.  i just wanted to take you home. thank you, thank you for what you add to me.