Love and losing things.

One Art – Elizabeth Bishop

The art of losing isn’t hard to master;

so many things seem filled with the intent

to be lost that their loss is no disaster.

Lose something every day. Accept the fluster

of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.

The art of losing isn’t hard to master.

Then practice losing farther, losing faster:

places, and names, and where it was you meant

to travel. None of these will bring disaster.

I lost my mother’s watch. And look! my last, or

next-to-last, of three loved houses went.

The art of losing isn’t hard to master.

I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster,

some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.

I miss them, but it wasn’t a disaster.

—Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture

I love) I shan’t have lied. It’s evident

the art of losing’s not too hard to master

though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster.

We are – fixing slightly broken xboxes. I think we’ve never had one in the house before (right Vince?).

Getting CBD gummies for a good night’s sleep.

Finding knives during decluttering that we have no idea their provenance.

Edda school, for a long time, tried to get her exposure to “job skills”, but somehow I always thought this was a little strange. Edda is going to live her best life and be “a lady of leisure” when she graduates from high school and I mentioned that to her team and somehow they ran with it and now instead of going to a warehouse to shred paper (or maybe in addition) or to sell balloons to classmates, they are going out to eat. Silver diner yesterday and tacos today. This is the life I want for Edda, to do fun things with her friends and see new places.

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