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All In the Squares

My grandmother used to keep 
a hardware store calendar 
on her desk in the kitchen. 

For years. 
After she died, 
they were all I wanted of hers. 

There is a strange parity 
that happens 
over time. 

Great events 
and small ones 
all in the squares. 

Snowed today. 
Dogwood bloomed. 
Cal hunting. 

Grace died. 
Flowers for funeral. 
Lunch with Nancy. 

No mail today. 
Cancer. 
Dinner at El Fenix. 

Cal stroke. 
Hair done. 
More snow. 

Cancel lunch. 
Feel sick. 
Sick again.