I’ve been busy taking care of business. As everybody else. Making ends

meet. I’m happy. No complaints. Rosa and I are expecting a

baby. We are very happy. Her Mama is OK. Our families are thriving

as the rest of us. The economy has taken its toll in many ways.

We the workers have to work more. Groceries cost more. Gasoline.

Going to the cemetery gives me a depth in perception of things.

Three meters under the ground no one complains at anything.

Spending the night on my Mama’s stone makes me feel…a bit less

anxious. Everyone in this world thrives to find a better way to live.

And I’m at the heart of the end. It couldn’t be warmer and peaceful.

But…we have to labor hard to make it here. And while I consider

my abstractions, enjoy the night. The company of Lobo.

The petroleum lamp. The owl. The old tree caressing me. My Tequila

and limes. I’m OK. In my warm overcoat and heavy scarf that was my

Mama’s scarf. It’s red in color as blood. And warm as her heart was.

And I’m happy. Enjoying the beautiful moon. The cricket singing.

The owl. And the wolf howling somewhere. He sounds happy.

Love it.

EO