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Sunday April 10, 2011

April 2011: Just scanning the archives, while procrastinating doing taxes.

From April 2008

You grow up knowing what you know and it’s what you know….but then you realize that you know nothing at all.

I drove out to the suburbs tonight. I was invited to attend a Passover dinner with a friend. It was my first time. To a Passover dinner…not the suburbs.

The air smells so wide open there – I felt like I was on another planet. It is just so sprawling. The house was enormous and extravagant and the first floor was as big as my entire house. What do people do in those big houses?

As I drove home and exited on Snelling – I started to see the people. The homeless man with his sign, the hooded biker riding home, the men just hanging outside the bar on University. This is my home stretch I am only 6 blocks from where I fall asleep. It is compact and dirty and bright and loud….there are times of silence though when the sirens have stopped and the people have gone to sleep.

I missed Judy while I was gone. She was so excited to see me that her head smacked into my mouth and I might have a fat lip. It doesn’t matter though. She loves me. Gracie tried to come over and play with Judy right before I left – she rings the doorbell in the front now, she used to just knock at the back – anyway, I tried telling her that I was leaving and that she could come over tomorrow.

She was so disappointed and Liam had no idea what was going on. She kept saying, “but my dad is in the kitchen” and “we just ate dinner and my dad is in the kitchen.” She left with her head hung low, she was sad to go.

You grow up knowing what you know and it’s what you know….but then you realize that you know nothing at all. Or something like that.

From April 2009

I live in the United States of America.

But have I seen anything?

How is it that three miles from my Blair block neighborhood party, boards are nailed over windows? How is it that the same Blair block, in the 400′s, two people got shot? Shot with a real gun.

What about the 1300 block? What is so different about us?

I was in the SA (Salvation Army) the other day and I talked to six different people. As in six different conversations about dishes and Tupperware and missing glasses. I haven’t talked to so many people in months. I realized I was there for a good deal just like they were.

Anyway, walking through to the back, where her kitchen was just completed two days ago, I found a kindred spirit. She is a treasure finder. It ACTUALLY says that on her card. And her yard is a Wildlife Habitat. A WILDLIFE HABITAT IN HER YARD! I have been feeding peanuts to the squirrels…but also knocking down bird nests…where does that leave me? Anyway, she said ‘modular’ a lot, but it didn’t matter, she had sea glass hanging in her window.

In another basement, he wore a bow tie and told us of possible secrets behind the walls where pool cues hid and alcohol was drunk.

These are my neighbors.

I know you might not know what this all means, but it is okay. Don’t worry about the mud.

Just know that it is my home.

It is where I walk my dog and dream the dreams you dream about.

Just like you.


And, well, this next one, well – it speaks for itself:

From April 2010

Currently obsessed with The Real Housewives of New York City. I just love the drama.

April 2011: Still love the drama and watch all “The Real Housewives”!

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