Musings

Not flying; flying

Two nature stories today. One: owl above. Just watching.

Also, I gently transported four ladybugs from our bathroom to the outdoors. I was surprised that they each flew off in the same direction, although they were released separately. It wasn’t toward the sun. Was there enough of a breeze that they felt and I didn’t?

DARKWTII?

I don’t…know the time, that is. I can easily read a clock, but my body is confused. We do this twice a year…why?

Title acronym refers to “Does Anybody Really Know What Time It Is?,” Chicago, 1969.

Nothing earthshaking

The azaleas are coming! The azaleas are coming!

[cheers, and another wave of cheers]

Change

Fence structure

Rainy now, but earlier it wasn’t raining and a crew put a fence up on the edge of our backyard…the neighbors’ project. I’m glad to have the fence; they won’t be looking in our windows any more…yay!

Blood pressure now normal

?!x&@# parking garages…and the people who don’t know how to negotiate them. Note: I’m fine now.

Uplifted by swag

We early voted and I got freebies! Of course, I got my peach, but our voting location is in the back of our library, and the path dumps you in the library after you put your vote in the machine. Last time I was vote 523. This time I was 526. Weird. Anyway, if I told the librarian at the help station your “favorite” Dune 2 character, I got a free tote bag. Wow! Anyway, that’s the “E” at the end of Dune on my new tote!

Four chairs, one table

Murky weather today. I was busy all day, yet all I can think that I accomplished is that I got the upstairs floor washed.

Anthropological failure?

I looked for a name for this, thinking it might be a labelled artwork. Apparently not. I might title it “broken circles.” On the other hand, it may well be a common form from a context I’m unfamiliar with.

Layers and levels

Looking through a window, there’s beyond the window and possibly a reflection in the glass. I was tempted to use “palimpsest,” but that’s not really the appropriate word. Here’s the warm light inside this morning, while the fog veiled the outdoors.

We will survive

In today’s search for enlightenment (since reading about southern Levantine Pre-Pottery Neolithic settlement patterns and material culture didn’t work out), I discovered that five years ago on this day Atlanta was, like today, overcast and rather dreary.

That title sounds…ominous, or perhaps worried. What I meant was, the rain and clouds do move on. Patience is…saintly. Or have I made it worse?