Friday, September 30, 2022
four walks today. four walks is a lot now, and with my stricken back it feels like eight. i'm lucky i can pop over to the midway and sit on a bench and let em run. opal is still not quite familiar, and she seems more anxious of late. i say to her i'm anxious too, we just have to work with it, like gravity, inside and out.
Thursday, September 29, 2022
on leaving magic's house i found a white-throated sparrow sitting stunned at the bottom of the stairs. i sat on the bottom step asking are you okay? and i'm not supposed to touch a hurt bird but i felt the need to comfort, maybe myself, and a few minutes later the bird flew a little ways under a bush and i left hoping for the best.
charles and sammy and charlie. charles is not a charlie. charlie is not a charles. sammy is sammy. i try walking lightly to ease my sacroiliac joints, and while charlie and sammy dance in the ivy a bird shits on my head. i was thinking it's a sign of good luck. r. says the universe is telling me to lighten up. i know, i know, i'm tryin! good luck!
Wednesday, September 28, 2022
thanks be jess is ok. i did a yoga nidra meditation for my back. it didn't dissolve all my tension, but it did some. we did some figure eights after and i'm alternating ice and heat. we gots leftoders so i don't hafta stand in the kitch long. i reckon i'll be fit for 3 dogs thursday. bless jess, bless us all. oh, and snowden got russian citizenship, bless him.
and then i broke the french press, just when i was washing the glass and thinking how long it has lasted, and it was the good old kind, not the thin glass they give you now, and r. said at least you're not cut, you don't have to cry, it's not the end of the world, and i know it's just a vessel, vessels will break, even strong ones, but my back is in trouble and it feels like the end of the world.
Tuesday, September 27, 2022
i walked charlie gingerly this morning and she was happy even on leash not playing ball sniffing around a new way exploring and we met magic. i have no pictures as i misplaced my memory card which i finally found sitting on a dark tissue box in the closet next to the pain pills. our friends came up and asked why are we sitting down so i told them the short story of my hurt back. on the way back mou's mom lin gave me an ice pad. one more walk with thee charlie and i got my memory card plugged in.
Monday, September 26, 2022
Sunday, September 25, 2022
it aims to be a meditation on place. it seems we can never go from after to before except in memory. before there was the obamachron, there was a women's garden, and many sentinel trees. before there were the great lakes there was the great inland sea, and one day going forward it may come back again, like a memory.
my back is stiff and tender. i'm glad i had charlie yesterday. lucky we can just cross the street to the green and play. i dread the day the obamachron starts destroying the midway. i'm not going to move much today. i'll try a little stretching. i got my cozy clothes on. watch tennis, read about the great migration.