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In the hospital being treated for pneumonia.

Karen came by for awhile late Saturday afternoon. I hadn't seen her for a week or so. She did some chores, took a shower, had some food, and then took off into the night.

Karen.

That's right, I've been away all week at my union job in SF. Someone may have been wondering. Pow Wow is in town. It's a bunch of travel industry people. The job was tough, but I shone brightly as I always quietly do. One of the supervisors sought me out and thanked me for being so conscientious - shook my hand in front of some other people. They're probably jealous now and dreaming up calumnies that I only do as little as possible. That ain't me, sister. People ought to have figured that out by now. It's funny, because mostly, we're all in or near our 60's, have been working together for 25+ yrs., and getting gold stars and nothing else just reminds what a childish silly place this is. Top down authoritarians, drop dead. Rapture off.

I came home to find this woman working hard next door cleaning up trash from the little crime central grocery store. I'm glad she wasn't totally dumpster diving, but she was checking out the "merchandise" before sorting it between the dumpster and the trash bins. She looked pretty old, but was kind of crazy youthful acting. Maybe she was a little off, or a meth head, but she did a good job cleaning up the place. This top picture brought my thoughts back to my own sisyphean labor this last week - of pushing shit up hill day after day for these travel salespeople or whoever else is in town, bankers, doctors, computer people...


work.


And this second one made me think of all the trickle down dross we most of us slave away for all the livelong day.

trickle down.