Bones?

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The butchers agreed to save me bones for my dog. When I went to get them, they had a little huddle. I suspect they forgot and let someone else have the bones. What they cut up for me looked … well, that’s 3 KG of meat in the bowl, cut off of 5 kg of bones. For UYU 75, or USD 2.00.

Refreshing dreariness

One of those days where a clear sky signals progress, then the gray drear rolls in and all seems shit. Until you, somewhat grudgingly, take the dog to the beach, where you turn your face to the wind and take a deep breath and realize what you have just pulled into your lungs came from Antarctica, or somewhere in the South Atlantic, empty empty, and so much better for that.

Last time…?

I’m trying to remember the last time I was seriously in a physical book shop…over ten years ago? Libraries ceased being important to me maybe five years before that. Born in the 50s, I lived for libraries and bookstores. I’ve written books, sold over 10 million, so libraries and bookstores…important! But I left the land of my native language, the Untied Snakes, in 2007. And digital happened.

I love this photo.