That's more the sense I have of it. My cearest memories, when I'm experiencing them, I can remember the sense of being that person, that person who doesn't know what I know now and hasn't done all those various things I've done since then. It's still me, but it's a very different me than I am now.

Since last sunday I've had a week of feeling very settled in my body and in my face. And somewhat relaxed. it's been nice. suppositions as to whether or not that's related to Bill's having been away that whole week seem dangerous.

I sigh.

The sun is out and I've finally gotten started on my garden. Gardenning gives me a sense of continuity that I like, since I've done it for as long as I can remember.

btw, do you know any of greg brown's songs?

Yeah. I responded to it with recognition also. I guess that means I still haven’t put my finger on it completely. Which is, of course, why I find it so interesting to gnaw on.

Glad to hear that you are feeling settled with your physical self (with no suppositions at all). My memory of your body isn't so much of your body per se but how you live and move in it — your movements are so self-aware and self-confident (and a bit saucy too!). Best as I can remember and as near as I can tell, your face is your face — attractive enough and a good expression of who you are.

Susan does garden. Me, I have a black thumb. But I’m pretty good a digging where she points…

I used to do “Twenty or So” but I seem to have lost it. I should probably work it up again — it’s just so darned relevant! And years ago when Emma Bull and I played together we did “Early.” — I could probably fake may way through it. Interesting question, though — I should probably work up a few more of them. He’s one heck of a songwriter. Of course, that means that to do many of his songs well one needs to be a real guitar player instead of just a simple strummer like me. Still might be worth a try, though.