She saw my picture on Facebook

Here I am at Abby's, having slept in very late today. "I saw your picture," Joanne, who is waitressing today along with Leslie, said right after I walked in. She looked sad. I thought she must have seen the one I took of myself on the plane last night. No, she hadn't seen that one yet. She saw one on Facebook - I was sitting alone in a pew with a stained glass window behind me. She said it was beautiful. That would be a singspiration picture, for Lloyd. I haven't been on Facebook for over two days. I will have to check it out. I wonder who took and posted it?

Ever since I picked Margie up last night, I keep suddenly and spontaneously making little mutterings like, "shoot!" or even "dammit!" She will say: "what?" I will answer: "Johnny." The strong, quiet, calm, skilled young man who I followed whaling on Arctic ice through four spring seasons. After such a beautiful funeral service for him, the beautiful service the day before for Lloyd and all the gospel singing, it does not feel right to swear. But still I do.