“I look out the windscreen at all the people walking on the street and sitting on high stools in cafes and queuing beneath the shelter beside the bus stop sign. I know each person is carrying a tiny screen in their pocket. I know each screen holds a list of the names of other people who are not here but somewhere out there also carrying a tiny screen. I know that inside each pocket there’s a goldhaired woman whispering to the person who carries her, telling them they are included.”
― Sara Baume, Spill Simmer Falter Wither
the week is quiet, full of normal routines, sunshine and a bit of rain.
i eat twice out of the garden, fresh green beans, a few cherry tomatoes,
and a couple of small potatoes, and decide i really miss not having
my normal garden. lesson learned i think,
and start thinking about next year. . .
“To dream a garden and then to plant it is an act of independence and even defiance to the greater world.”
― Stanley Crawford, A Garlic Testament: Seasons on a Small New Mexico Farm
IG rolls out stories and it throws me for a loop
and i spend time during the week thinking about
the woes of social media. i miss the good old days
before everyone was branding and trying to get followers
and stop to think . . . good old days?
holy smokes, too much nonsense and not enough real life.
"It’s even more awkward when we’re face to face with people. It used to be exciting to make plans with friends because you could sit and catch up and talk about what’s been going on in your lives. Now when you see someone there’s nothing left to say. You’ve already seen the pictures from their trip to Rio on Facebook. You’ve read their tweets about the latest diet they’re on. And they already texted you about the pregnancy scare. So you end up just sitting and staring at each other until you both start texting other people."
— Ellen DeGeneres
i miss out on a gathering because i am getting old,
fearful i won't fit in and apprehensive about disturbing the magic
i watch unfold over a few days on social media.
it makes me wonder, had i not witnessed it all in photos posted on IG
would i have gone? something to ponder?
i feel silly now. . .
“And even childhood was no good any more—not the way it was. No worry then but how to find a good stone, not round exactly but flattened and water-shaped, to use in a sling pouch cut from a discarded shoe. Where did all the good stones go, and all simplicity?”
― John Steinbeck, East of Eden
three things ::
i get some new reading glasses, real ones, from the eye doctor, and suddenly i can read again
i start packing for Idaho
i wake to exciting news one morning
right now ::
i read several books at once, this one , so beautifully written is hard to put down
i wear old gym workout pants and t-shirts with stains on them
i put off going shopping for new clothes
i listen to podcast, a bit a music and this in the car
i shoot almost everything this week with Jordan's 85mm lens, and hope he never wants it back
i watch Feed the Beast on AMC and Braindead (which makes me laugh) on TV
That's how we know who is infected. If they're deaf in one ear or off balance, they're probably missing half their brain.
~ from Braindead
i buy him a new harness and take his photo,
i can't decide how to post process. . .
“A dog is grateful for what is, which I am finding to be the soundest kind of wisdom and very good theology.”
― Carrie Newcomer
how was your week?