opa JdAwG I miss my grandpa. He'd always listen to jazz and classical music, with his pipe. He'd always yell at my dad, and treat me like royatly. I cried when he died, and he's the only person I've ever done that for. I wonder if he'd be proud of me. Me and my guitar and my long hair and all that is me. 040728 ... ever dumbening i wonder what i would've called you, if you hadn't left nine years before i came along. grossi was grossi, but even mark was too young to worry about whether or not you were opa. i do know, though, that you'd love to see what i got to do today: to dig and pull and sift and mix and plant. heliotropes, all manner of coleus, camelias, heuchara, fescue, japanese anemone, delphinium, round leaf ferns, dwarf mondo grass. it's because of you, through you daughter, that i took the stem of the 'inky finger' coleus that was broken and put it in water and brought it home, just to see what might happen. i even mentioned you today and have in similar contexts many times before. you put the dirt under my nails, you put the sore in my back, you put the love of the smell of loamy earth into my nose. i know what you knew, though i never knew you. 040729 what's it to you? who go blather from