PARK

finally i have some free time to chat. i had a very unbusy day, which is usual for me. i think i was born to be uninvolved in much of what's going on. people don't really notice me. today the park ranger drove by me saying nothing, and when i wanted to leave the park in my car, the gate was closed. i should've driven through the bridge to the other side of the park where the main gate stays open late. instead, i walked over the bridge

and complained to the ranger that he didn't warn me about closing the gate.  he said:  "I didn't see you;  were you in this park?"                                 

The Great Storyteller by the Name Antonina

Where are the stories that were meant to be told to me.

How to deal with the loss of the untold truth?

You have to be willing to reveal something that no one

knows. And that seems simple. To tell the untold in a

way that it doesn't matter what it is, because it is told

in a wonderful way -- that is the answer to the question.

This is a picture of my grandma Antonina, who was a great storyteller.