Fan letters

I dried my bed sheets on a stool in front of my stove like it was 1850. It was not. It was 2022 and my dryer is broken. 

I’d pass them every few times an hour and rotate them on the stool, which turned out to be grounding and pleasant and much less energy use than a dryer.

Have you ever written a fan letter? I did once to Patch Adams. He answered with a hand-written card. I wrote my second one this month to Rita Mae Brown.

I think both people are revolutionary. I am a fan of revolutionary types.

I have been thinking about what is distraction and what is attraction and how to check in on direction?

I woke up from a dream last night where the Willamette river flowed in the opposite direction. It seemed odd but I accepted it. I guess rivers can change direction in dreams. It’s inspiring.

Just realized that one way I echolocate is through my cat. I ping him, he pings me back and I realize I am in the kitchen and maybe I should feed him. He is away at an appointment now and therefore I cannot ping him to orient myself. I feel slightly adrift. 

I drove him in for a procedure where his doctor and I exchanged pleasant hellos. One time we dated the same person. I was told that this person was totally single but I don’t think they told the doctor the same version of information. So there was initially some awkwardness but years later that’s gone. I trust her completely to care for my cat. I like that part of life when you move on gracefully from ungraceful things.

A friend sent me a poem about birches yesterday and today I saw birches not bitches as spellcheck advised me to correct. I felt happy. I felt grateful for this friend and grateful for birches, and did not see bitches as my attitude had been elevated.

“Everyone you meet is an angel,” I read recently in a novel and in the past I might have dismissed it but not anymore. I think it’s true. Some angels are suffering, some are having bad days, months, lifetimes, but they are still angels.

Jumped into an online fist-fight this afternoon with a strongly opposed person and I landed a surprise punch of semi-agreement, and he wound up and dropped a blessing upon me. We oriented around non-violence.

Yesterday I called Ilene to check in. She said, “I’m doing my best to be present to my life. To be honest.”

A new goal: write more fan letters. Show appreciation. Tell people they matter.