Pretty sure I didn't know either at age 11 myself.
I'm moving ahead in dribs and drabs with little things. It's been raining a lot. Streets in town were flooded yesterday while I slept, my phone showed me, and there was celebration of people thinking to break out their kayaks for the occasion. That was funny to me cuz my buddy had just been saying how suspicious he is of kayakers and their tattooédness. I hadn't thought of an intersection between kayakers and tattoos. Seems to have do with his relatively broad definition of (as in time range for) faddishness.
Speaking of time ranges, I've been in one that's danged hard at times. Waiting to see what's going to happen. I dislike it. But here it is. Sometimes I have to remind myself why. Will there be clarity? What will happen? I do not know.
Meanwhile there's the rest of life, including such things as the hardware store, and going there for hardware, and talking with the Randy the hardware guy, who knows his washers &c. There's being outside, in various weather. There's enjoying my body, which has been doing pretty well lately, all 'round. The dog has some kind of itchiness, though. Allergies maybe.
Lately every time I go to sleep I dream up a storm. There's a lot going on in there.
