The leaves on the ground hold no end of fascination for me, and I cannot simply walk by a tree that has ‘bent’ for its environment, ‘flexed’ for its circumstance, without marveling at it… an uprooted behemoth that is dead but supports new life, a dead trunk sprouting ferns or huckleberries, or a fully developed other genus of tree out its top, or any of the other wonders I see in our quickly dwindling green spaces, when I pay attention, and I do… I can’t even walk some of the trails closer to home anymore, and won’t go on that tangent, it is simply too sad… I am a realist, after all, and have you just met my life, never mind my job…? It is not possible for me to see only the beautiful, I have an eye (and heart and brain) for context, and the fullness of reality… but I digress, how odd…

A bit of rain in the last couple of weeks has done wonders to restore the ‘verdant’ to bright green glory, and while I feel like I missed the ‘proper’ workout I get doing a seriously intense 5-10k on the CVT, and it was hard to rid myself of the week’s frustrations, it was stunning in there…

By the by, I do not ‘power’ just for the physical fitness and Lyme symptom-reducing benefits, it is my moving meditation and one of the only ways I have found that actually works for my high energy self, to rid me of the hamster in my brain, cause we know that bitch is doing pushups in there, and riding amok on a roller coaster replete with several hamster wheels…

I said hello to Petrie (say that out loud a couple of times and tell me why I named

that tree Petrie), and honestly couldn’t wait to get back to the safety of my walls. Lack of common courtesy (mostly on the part of people riding big, fatty e-bikes notwithstanding, Delta variant doesn’t give a shit if we’re all vaccinated, ask the (vaccinated x2) dead folks, and it’s just too fucking hard dealing with anti-vaxxers and such at work, never-mind trying to function in the world to keep myself fed, and sane and such… didn’t mean to turn this into a Covid rant, but just get fucking vaccinated and if you’re not, get the fuck off my friends-list… seriously. Leave, now. Naturally, if you have a for-real-for-real health issue that precludes vaccination, you are exempt, otherwise, get the fuck outta my life.

Aaaaand we’re back… Freddie V. took over for a minute there, and I won’t apologize for her, I am nothing if not multifaceted…

Picked the last few blooms in the yard, did some kitchen things, put a different hat on SallySilverspoon, and maybe I’ll get to putting the patios and their accoutrements away, or maybe I’ll herd the dust bunnies multiplying in my house like proverbial, well, bunnies… or maybe I’ll just play games and/or finish one of the dozens of poems and other writings started and awaiting my attention in my trusty lappy…

It has been too long… the death of my girl Claire back in July, sent me into a bit of a self-protective cocoon, and getting Lyme & Co. corralled back into some semblance of ‘manageable’ took the rest of any energy I’ve had left after that thing called work, but I’m hoping to take pen back in hand sooner than later…

The Salty one should have his slip back by the end of the week, he’s looking forward to being moored for the winter, and so am I… and, there’s an adventure coming on the 30th, but I’ll tell you more about that when me’n the red-headed

wild one get there…

xoxo

~M.