dislocation

It's in the 90s in the desert, and dry. It's hard to imagine that elsewhere, in my real life, it is raining or even snowing. Likewise it's hard to believe that friends are in hospital or at war, fighting foreclosure and bankruptcy, falling in love and finishing a sculpture. How can you resolve all these places and weathers and people and emotions and situations into one picture?
You can't. But we try. And at least—even if I can't really believe that it is cold in Block Island—I did call the plumber to ask that he shut down Claudia's Surf City.
Uh oh. What about the Goose? Better check Missouri weather. . .