Until my uncle brought me flowers, I had forgotten that today would have been my mom's 50th birthday. I was even thinking of her while I swept the back porch today... because of all the leaves that had gathered under her electric wheelchair which is just sitting out there, unoccupied, draped in plastic. Wheelchairs in general are kind of a trigger for me. Also lift buses, and every time I drive down Webster Rd, Railroad Ave or past Linwood school. I was making Macaroni and cheese the other day and realized I was using the same pot... the same exact pot that my mom always used to make it when I was a kid. Fuck... the same pot.
- I feel:depressed