Funny that I don’t feel that way about funerals at all. I don’t want or expect a gathering of people to commemorate my passing, but I would be truly upset if old family photographs, records, and their personal items, didn’t go to the right person, someone who would care for them and pass them on.

It feels as if we’re in/entering a world where we’re being asked to dispose each other, or be disposed of. And again it’s not like that hasn’t been happening all along, but it seems to be accelerating.

When something of value must be removed to make room for something new, I feel like there should be ceremony, and a witness to share the passage with us. The world has splintered so much few know what is missing, and the rest have no time to think about it. That’s not necessarily new.

We’ve learned a lot from the disposable in and from the past. That’s true. The rate we are disposing of just about *waves hand* everything, and each other, today, is overwhelming. Going, going, gone. And often, it’s only to please fads or factions, which I know often means keeping your job.

Gardening or farming. Even with plenty of space, every year something flourishes, something fails, something devours. Good luck expecting all your nutritional needs being supplied by that garden. Also, November is a bit late for starting a garden.

No matter how many times I say I want nothing, I get things I do not want or ask for. Time together and good conversations would enlighten a person to what matters to me. It’s not a mystery. No amount of expense on gifts replaces that. Imagine most people are like that.

Sometimes I think a person‘s opinion is evolving or moderating, but they could just be telling me what they think I want to hear. Or, they’re being cagey. Deceptive? Avoiding a difficult conversation? These days I’m not completely sure what the people around me think or feel.