December 10, 2002
I’m not responding in the usual manner today. One can only wonder. I’m taking my camera along in any case. I remember the old house; there was a Virgin Mary statue in a neighbor’s back yard. I used to gaze at that statue as I stood by the sink washing dishes. I thought if I watched long enough, she might animate and levitate. She stayed stone cold still. Once I found a robin’s egg at my secret spot in the alley behind grandma’s house. She sent it to a hatchery, she said. I waited patiently for days. Nothing ever happened.