Risin' Sun

Bob Dylan is singing House of the Risin' Sun. Math book is open on the desk. Note pad has the address of the hospital I wrote a letter to complain about the service. On the top of the sheet it says, "Be the change you wish to see in the world" --Ghandi. All I wanted was to complain. It won't change anything. Empty ink cartridge is besides the textbook. It should be recycled, I remind myself. Be conscientious, I command myself. A note to myself under the book reminds me to sharpen the hatchet and to try out the water filter. Paper is lying under all this. Paper I can't throw out because it can be reused or recycled. And Van Morrison is going to be next, but I don't know the song. And I'm sitting at this computer with a magenta fleece on becasue it's cold in the house. How can that be? It's almost July.
And I type because I feel obligated to post an entry on a blog because there are dates, and the last time I posted something was in March. And I can't even remember April. But May the family was all here, here in this two bedroom, one bathroom house. It wasn't too bad. But then they all went home and I thought about Iris, the Chinese student I met in Shanghai. "I didn't know that Americans cared that much about family." I told her that everyone loves their mother, and all mothers love their children. And family is important to all of us. And then we moved to Seattle where no family lives. And Van Morrison is singing "Domino" and I don't know what it's about.