The future is unwritten.

Above: Twelve years ago, tomorrow--Marz on the lake path.

On that blank page, so much was to be written. 
Yesterday I texted Marz about the city elections here, and she replied that she isn't following our city's politics.
 She has a new town! A new life. 
I'm so pleased! 
I feel like a parent whose child is making her way (more or less happily) across a river gorge on a rope bridge. 
Safe, but rickety... on to HER future.
(Though, eek! Herzog’s “vile and base” jungle is on the other side…)

Today is a blank page too...
What will happen?

If all goes to plan, it will be a social day for me. 
I prefer no more than one social engagement per day, but I have two--plus a couple volunteers at work.

I was going to reschedule one of the get-togethers, but decided to raise my energy to meet the day. It's nothing onerous, and I've said I want to be more social.
This is what that looks like.

The good, new volunteer who had disappeared has come back and will be working today. I like her. She's helpful, quirky and kind--she brought me hair gel to spike my hair! 

(Working with volunteers is an adjustment. I'd mostly worked alone in BOOKs for six+ years. Now I am (by default) managing nine volunteers. Some are self-starters, and others need a lot of guidance. That's a job in itself.)

This morning I'm meeting an old pal, Allegra--we'd worked together at a hippie whole-foods café in 1980! It was her relative who recently died of alcoholism. They weren't close, but I imagine it still sent shock waves through the system.

After work, I'm meeting former publishing-coworker Denise at the art institute--a great place to meet. Open late on Thursdays, the museum is (always) free, and you can bring food and drink from their café into their beautiful big atrium.  

The Past Is Written (badly?)

The store staff is being treated to dinner by a rich donor, the weekend before Thanksgiving. 
One of the managers made up an invitation.
Below is the cover.

Usually when people use this format--a word with its definition--they copy it straight out of the dictionary. The manager started that way but must have thought the entry needed help?

I kind of love their twisty addition, 'understanding the importance or difference that was made because of someone.'

It's the work of THE HUMANS!
We are so impressive--it took billions of years of evolution for me to be able to get up and pour myself a cup of coffee. 
And yet, one by one, we can be such idiots! 

My sister sent me a 23-page genealogy of our family, put together by a friend of hers. Tracing our mother's family back to CHARLEMAGNE looked bogus to me, and I barely looked at it. 

But bink was curious--she's done a ton of research on her family tree---and she's laid up after foot surgery and has the time.

She copied the written words into a tree. 
Twigs started to fall off right away. People born after their parents' deaths, that sort of thing.

 Below, bink notes, Reality breaks down around p. 16.
"1st False Step to Royalty". . . a couple who "married in 1597! Years after their deaths!" 
"Probably wishful thinking" she writes. 

The future is unwritten, but you can't rewrite the past.
Well, you can, if you don't care if it's correct.

And off I go, into the blank page of today!

Shine on!