redbird | (no subject)

I had lunch with my mother a couple of days ago, and she told me that an old friend of hers had just died suddenly. I hadn't seen Fran in years--she was a friend of my parents, not someone I'd stayed in touch with on my own--but she'd been there, part of my parents' world, since I was five. We got the dog I grew up with from her. What little I knew about the silkscreen process, I learned from watching her.

I'm not traumatized, just startled and a little bewildered: bewildered to be startled, if that makes sense, surprised to be thinking back on certain things with the emotional tone that's there right now, the collations and the envelope-stuffing and mimeo, and the front door that was never locked.