Is A List Enough?

 Early this am, I read my Substack, Isolation Journals. 99% of the time, maybe 100%, a prompt

that causes me to pause, think, write and write some more. Today was the Day. 2,200 Lists Later was Suleika's title. I love lists, scraps of things, that I need to buy, do, or just remember. I am typing

now from yellow post it notes. No order, just quick words, spilling from my brain at all hrs or day or night. Makes me so happy.

I have a friend, Jamie Romano, who keeps a book of quotes. So beautiful is her handwriting, and so organized her entries. She even makes some of her own journals and gives them as gifts.

I have good friends that we discuss memories with, some vault worthy. Like how did all the surfers that we grew up with, hippies maybe, high yes, turn into MAGA people. I was trying to explain this to my husband, this week retuning from heart doctor!! I named names, and stories. I told him when I get home, I'm calling Susan, because you do not know about Lee Carrolls Bedroom activities!! Or Jeff Owens teaching me to surf, these are notes!!Lists.

I have another group of girlies that love movies, and TV and books.We have lists of people ( OK maybe male people) to whom we may have a strong desire to sleep with, details included. Dirty, filthy hair, Natty and I dont mind, I think Purlotta is cleaner!!! we all agreed on Paul Mescal!! in a jack flash minute, Timothee  is on the fence right now. We all agree on Swifter dusters for sure. 

Family Lists, lord have mercy, those have a journal book of their own. Growing up in the south, I have massive amounts of stories, my lists are long. We sit our crazy on the front porch and offer them a drink. Wonderful stories of all on relatives, WONDERFUL aunties and cousins.

My life is made up, put together with many lists, scraps of ribbon and threads of love.

I consider all, good material.

Happy Sunday