Murder Weapon

October 8, 2013
     A student I know well is working on cultivating an ulcer so a new diet, creating a compassionate support system, elaborate reconfiguration of attitude and such is in order. No coffee, no acidic foods or drink, no staying up late and getting up at the crack of dawn. Collaboration with her clan is important so off we go!
     A day of bookkeeping keeps my head in the clouds. A rainy and chilly day turns sunny and cool. The course of action traveling back and forth between the West Coast and Mid West is a conundrum.
     Once I begin to imagine the cat, alone for hours, days, weeks on end I feel guilty and unclear about my commitments. One more solid day of bashing my brain against the Quickbooks for Dummies handbook, chock full of irresponsible messages that send me on a wild goose chase with little to show for an hour of work. Rolling and unraveling items from my crammed suitcase to choose things to haul home or sail a small box via the still functioning USPS. I purchased a swanky and utilitarian kitchen knife for the offspring and cannot possibly get by with it on the flight so that gets tucked in a corner of the cardboard box to send along its merry way home. Since we have had some issues with villains stealing items from the front porches in St Paul, I need to give my neighbor the heads-up so it will be set inside the secured front door. Otherwise my fingerprints may end up at a murder scene and I have to take the rap.