Two More Days...

... to live through and then we're off on Adventures Unknown.  Oh, okay, Adventures Semi-Planned because we've got motel reservations out and back and we've got maps and guidebooks up the yingyang with Post-its poking out in all directions and packing lists galore but once we get to the places we have no plans.  Exactly.  There are places we want to see and things we want to do, like spend more time at Little Bighorn, get away from the lights and see the stars in Yellowstone, go to the rodeo in Cody, WY, and visit the US Geological Service installation in Sioux Falls, SD, but other than that we're free as birds.  I just learned yesterday that I can download a AAA Yellowstone tourbook onto my Kindle (I just spent 20 minutes figuring out how to do that) so we can have the wilderness at our fingertips.  Pretty cool.


This morning the verbena and coleus were looking especially pretty and there was a big, bright, day moon over the house when I went out to fill the feeders.  I love nature.  Like my brother TW used to say when he was really little, Outside (big and breathy), he loved outside.  I do too.

Can you believe Robin Williams took his own life?  I am stunned.  I suffer with mild depression, especially in February and March when there's so little sunlight, but I've never, ever been so depressed that I contemplated ending my life.  God, I feel so sorry for him and his family.  O, Captain, my Captain, rest easy.

And then Lauren Bacall died of a stroke the very next day.  Sheesh.

August 14--Charles K. Wilkinson, Queen Nefertari being led by Isis.  The women walked hand in hand down the long hallway.  Their bare feet were silent on the cool marble floor.  Neither spoke, their breaths whispered like a sigh of wind in the trees.  "Oh, that's just crap."  Gayle threw down her pen.  She read what she had written, the words squirming in her mouth like worms.  She reached out, tore off the page, crumpled it up, and tossed it toward the recycling bin.  It missed.  "Great, now I can't even throw things away right."  This was not going well.  The words that came didn't play well together and her deadline was looming.  She missed the days when her hand wasn't fast enough to keep up with her ideas.

I know how she feels.  Yeah, yeah, I know I write all the time but I miss being swept along on a wave of inspiration and not being able to write fast enough to get it all down.  Maybe that's a fleeting thing until you get the skills to make the words behave?  Maybe I keep missing the crest and get Maytag-ged in the surf.  Whatever, I'm not giving up anytime soon.  Time to shower and all that work-y stuff.  Have a... day.
--Barbara