At a certain point perhaps one ought simply to stop reflecting.
Iris Murdoch, Under the Net
The last Saturday of the month an organization named ALMA (which isn’t its real name) has a sale. A giant yard sale of sorts. Goods are donated, some Mexicans buy in great quantities to stock their little pop up stores that appear around town, norteamericanos buy books and music in great quantities, and you’re likely to run into several people you know, either volunteering to run the sale or shopping. So it was with Linda, Cynthia, Peter, Arlene and several others – all unanticipated; however, I didn’t meet up with Diana and we had traded a few emails to meet on the bus, but our messages were too cryptic and we didn’t connect.