I checked out 18 books for the sale in New Mexico and was only able to read 5 of them or so.  beautiful low light turned the sand to golden and footprints to petroglyphs.  the cottonwoods sheddings floated languidly and the folks were so full of smiles and realness ( Read more... )

It looks like I will be in Los Lunas again.  Sand but no beach. Plenty of ants...black ants, red ants, flying ants...and stickers ( Read more... )

I feel so frozen much of the time. So much to get done and I can't seem to start. Too much emotion...always. And at the bottom of myself, a hollow inadequacy. If I look at myself from a removed perspective...it just doesn't make sense.  There is nothing heinous about me.

It's the maintenance issues of life that I have trouble with. I am ( Read more... )

Tennessee feels more docile with too cultivated a lawn for my taste. I don't feel any of the wildness here...no bird awing in the bright blueness of the pre-storm sky. It's all lazy in a white sundress kind of way with a distinct lack of butterflies and though there are myriad bugs...it still feels more like the gossip stinging around town than the ( Read more... )

so many of us don't think that my Dad's long for this world.

and B. carries a heap of baggage on her back and she might be up there alone with him when he goes.
I hope that we're wrong.
But it's a universal feeling.

talked to my sister J. Things are really hard right now. In fact, I don't think that I can talk about it right now...not details anyway. Suffice it to say...plenty of stress to go all around everywhere for everyone. And it goes on ( Read more... )

narrow streets and miles of ancient stone molded to these faceless blocks centuries ago now.  Even the sea is not ageless or unchanging. The Italians were entirely rileable...blond boy need not say a thing for close up stares and puffing of egos.  He had that effect on people. Even his best friend in college decked him at least once. Me and three ( Read more... )

really is very pretty indeed.

Right now two bunnies are stalking the garden.  It is so darn cute I can't bear to run them off ( Read more... )

to call my Dad more often than I do. I need to call a lot more people more often but lately my phone feels like a stressor.

um.  What the bloody hell?

With my Dad I really feel as though I am separating myself from him a little...emotionally.  I think that it will be a matter of months.

I hope that I'm wrong.