Monday and it is finally daylight. It just looks like a winter day out the window. There is a half-light greyness about and a stillness as though the world is reluctant to stir, to face another day of pandemic and riots and hard choices. I have been up since 3:00, easing into the day with…
It is late afternoon a few days after Christmas. The pale gray sky is rapidly dimming. It is cold out and damp. It will freeze tonight, lightly. Not enough moisture to make ice or snow. I have some fish marinating, tomatoes sliced, and some garlic asparagus ready to broil. It is late at night, end…
A Gentler Waiting Daylight is slowly changing the window to a pale grey. There is a cold fog looming which seems to dampen the usual noise of morning. Even the garbage trucks an hour ago seemed muted. I had a long sleepless night, finally catching some rest between 3 and 5. Then I was awake.…
It has been five days since we returned from New Orleans. Five days of quarantine other than a contactless pick up of groceries and a trip to the doctor because of a swollen foot (I feel like that chubby Victorian guy in every Victorian novel suffering from gout). For the past two days, Lydia has…
I do not pick when I write. I write when time allows and I have ideas I want to put on paper. Just now is an example. Most often I write in the early morning when it is quiet and I have had a chance to think about my ideas. Lydia is napping. It is…
Last night was like so many other recent nights; after sleeping for an hour or two, I woke up. I tried my usual remedies: I went to the bathroom, I took a melatonin, I tried two peanut butter cookies and a small glass of port. I read my Kindle. I read a post from an…
It has been raining solidly for three days now, but this morning it is quiet outside. Our winter rains do that…dump for a few days, catch their breath, then dump again. I’ve been laid up with a swollen knee so haven’t been out to clear the leaves from the gutter in front of the house.…
It was very still when I woke up. Still and dark. Now, two hours later, there is the vague tic of light rain on the roof. It feels like it will rain harder as the day progresses. It is our last day here at the Oregon coast. We will get ready for travel this afternoon,…
It was dark outside when I heard the rain begin. I was reading in the dim pool of a lantern at the table. Lydia was sleeping. We are at the coast today. This is the first time we have been out in Atticus since the Pendleton Round Up trip 14 months ago. Between severe health…
There is a dense fog advisory this morning and, between the fog and the late rising sun of autumn, 7:00 still looks dark. I’ve not heard any birds yet, though in the past week they have been busy getting drunk on the orange berries in the tree across the street. A final avian party before…
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