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Wednesday, June 17, 2020

Popping the Bubble

What's happening these days is the breakdown of the body of American myths-- about where we came from, how we made our lives here, what we did and didn't do to form this nation. Truth, finally, is being revealed and acknowledged. Some have always known these truths, but most of America, brought up on myths and lies that made us look better than we ever were, were nested comfortably in the school-taught beliefs that we were the Good Guys, the Nice Guys. This process of dissolution of the myths is... Sign in to see full entry.

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And now... the season of wildfires

Today the morning sunlight has that peculiar orangey quality it gets when filtered through smoke. There are no fires near Colorado Springs, but we get the smoke from all the fires west of here, and that includes California's fires, and all the ones in the southwest states, and a couple of them burning in Colorado on the other side of the mountains. At least one is burning near Durango, started by lightning strike. Yesterday I did a bit of repair to the reed fencing on the end of the deck very... Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, June 16, 2020

Ever think about living rough...?

There is a show, ALONE, which drops 10 survival experts in the Arctic wilderness around Slave Lake in northern Canada. They have 65 lbs of gear, ten items personally chosen. They are all experienced in living with, and off the land. They have a 'tap out' phone if they reach their limit for living rough. So far, two have tapped out. One fell and broke a leg. One ate unwisely and got too sick to carry on. At this time, the remaining 8 have been out there 10 days. They were dropped in... Sign in to see full entry.

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Sunday, June 14, 2020

Storms on the horizons

Winds are up again today, with promises of temps in the 80s F, and possibility of thunderstorms. So a typical Colorado Front Range day. Every day the US awakes to continuing protest... but the nature of the protest has shifted from chaos and desperation to be heard, to things like this: https://www.thestranger.com/slog/2020/06/12/43899496/an-estimated-60000-march-in-silence-for-black-lives?fbclid=IwAR0WcDTQw42KX5Hwzh-3r9A92CZNALU_sXVmKIryEQ4rmXG_ItUBEyHY2tE How are you doing with all the 2020... Sign in to see full entry.

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Saturday, June 13, 2020

Calling out what doesn't work

Summer is certainly upon us here in the Springs, though there are reports of many inches of snow in Boulder, about 80 miles to the north. My sister is living there, now. She sold her home of 24 years up in Estes Park, and moved into a pretty nice senior community. She sounds happy to be there. The facility is very conscious of senior needs, and the coronavirus situation, and there has not been a single case there. She doesn't worry about lock-down or masking, being pretty smart about her health.... Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, June 9, 2020

Winds and Weariness

As if to reinforce, for those of us staying home, that change is sweeping the world, we are having high winds for the past couple of days. 20-40 mph with gusts up to 65... I have had to bring in some plants because the wind dries them to a crisp, and put some down on the deck floor because otherwise they will get there anyway, and sideways or upside down. Furniture blows over, cushions take flight... But since I put up reed fencing around one end and across the lower half of the front, it isn't... Sign in to see full entry.

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Monday, June 8, 2020

Ups and downs with feathers

I saw the dove in an odd posture this morning, and I am thinking she is laying her two little white eggs today. Starting the countdown... 2 weeks to hatching, 2 more to flying. One of my original two parakeets has died. Seeing him just lying on the bottom of the cage, it was clear he was gone. I adopted these two, the young female, the older male, four years ago last spring. He was, they told me, ~5 years old. So 9 is very good innings for a 'keet, and this was not unexpected. I will be watching... Sign in to see full entry.

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Saturday, June 6, 2020

The Third Wish

I woke this morning from a dream in which I had been granted three wishes. The first was not too hard to come up with: perfect health! No more neuropathy, no more gout, no more weird-sightedness, no more diabetes! A body full of wellness, all the energy to go and do and dance! And perfectly-balanced brain chemistry, too, so no more depression, no more dysthymic never-quite-happiness! Of course there is also the 'time to enjoy it' codicil: I don't want to live forever, but I don't want to die as... Sign in to see full entry.

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Friday, June 5, 2020

another song of summer

Add title A SUMMER AFTERNOON Heavy as hot wet flannel, every breath... I hate to sit or move against this August afternoon. Sticky-damp, clothes cling, a drag against ambition. Birds, lethargic, dull, sing only if they must, fly ghostlike if at all through dusty drooping trees. Cicadas ratchet on and on-- maddeningly constant; mosquitoes whine or strike unheard, the devils! Roses overblown and bright, relishing this tropic season, exude aromas heavy and too sweet. I languish, scowling,... Sign in to see full entry.

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Thursday, June 4, 2020

Evening...

THE MAGIC HOUR a sonnet of art and age Stare not at the Sun, we’re oft reminded, But in the Magic Hour, as the Poets tell Eyes can gaze and be not blinded-- The day’s work’s done, for good or ill. The Farmer comes home from the field, The Baker from the baking; The Vintner casks the final yield, The Maker ceases making... The Magic Hour, the Artist cherishes-- The Hour of rosy-golden light-- The Hour as the daylight perishes, Before the final fall of night... The last bird sings, his song... Sign in to see full entry.

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