A couple days ago, I opened the front door and there they were: the reddening dogwood leaves. This is the first sign that summer is ending. The goldenrod is already out, and soon it will be the ironweed’s turn. A few other plants are taking on the red tinge, too. The basil is only wearily … read more Day 46: Signs of the end
Month: August 2015
Day 45: The blur of time
Time lapse photography is eerily like memory. Days get clipped into seconds, and all of it speeds by – making it hard to distinguish what the exact difference is as each image blends into the next. How is Day 43 different from Day 34? What happens when one day piles atop another? In my second round of … read more Day 45: The blur of time
Day 44: Another reason I love the South
I love my termite guy. He shows up once a year, inspects the house inside and out, never criticizes my housekeeping, and I hand him a check for $75. That’s not why I love him, though I am grateful for the professional service. No, what I love is that he likes to talk about bugs, … read more Day 44: Another reason I love the South
Day 43: About breasts
Note: If you are less than 18 years of age, stop reading NOW and get permission from your parents to continue. Seems silly, right? But I don’t want to be sued for corrupting minors, or whatever the charge is when “offensive” content is published on the Internet. Though I’ve never been quite clear about why … read more Day 43: About breasts
Day 42: Sister Rain
I love a rainy day. It calms the mind, with its flow and its gentle patter. The drops break light into diamonds and glass. Especially I love rain when other people love it, too. Like when you’ve had a hot summer with not enough rain. Lately when I’ve been hiking, it makes me sad and a bit … read more Day 42: Sister Rain
Day 41: The bag mark
It’s a rare day that I don’t have a bruise somewhere on my body. Usually on my legs, but sometimes on my arms or hands. No, I don’t have a Vitamin C deficiency, and no, I’m not being beaten. I just run into things – short tables, counter edges – or they fall on me, … read more Day 41: The bag mark
Day 40: Wandering in the desert
Forty days. This will be my 40th blog post. Forty days: It evokes the image of wandering in the desert. My friend Sara, who is a photographer and artist, does wonderful montages with photos and figures. In one of them (partial version above), there is a man in a worker’s uniform with a push broom over his shoulder. He … read more Day 40: Wandering in the desert
Day 39: Make it stop
I laughed out loud at the headline in our local newspaper: “Pain often comes with age.” Now there’s a news flash. Mostly, I don’t mind getting older. I make better decisions, I don’t get as agitated, I’m not quite as restless. But at times I quote my mother: “It’s hell to get old,” she used … read more Day 39: Make it stop
Day 38: Miles for miles
Delta tells me that I have flown 246,875 miles in their planes. That’s trivial, of course – there are many people in the Million Miler clubs, and then there’s Tom Stuker, who’s flown more than 10 million miles on United. Still, it makes me tired to think what my total mileage would be if I added in United, … read more Day 38: Miles for miles
Day 37: Even One
I really intended to stay up all night to watch the meteor shower. But it’s after 10 o’clock and I was falling asleep out there, on a breezy deck in an Adirondack chair with a blanket wrapped around me, watching the billion stars. But I saw one. I saw one just as I was ready to … read more Day 37: Even One