The Lady still beautiful, especially against such a glorious sky
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I intended to post this on the 4th but got distracted. The fireworks, while beautiful, didn’t help. The cat was OK and didn’t understand why Tula was such a basket case. I spent most of the night and some of the previous, just petting and consoling her. She was sure we were under attack and would never survive. We did. And I’m sorry I didn’t get this up as I think it’s just beautiful!
It’s time for a mental walkabout. No method, no madness just stuff. No rhyme to reason with.
Here’s a photo of Sundance, posted by GentleBarn. Why? Just because I loved it when I first saw it. Isn’t he darling? I think he’s hiding food in those cheeks. Either that or he’s trying out for The Godfather.
My friends love me. How many do you have? None.
Best last line from a movie ever? “Shit.” From The Professional. That could look swell on a tombstone. It’s a good movie by-the-way.
So often what is imposed in youth is chosen in adulthood. We become victims of our own ugly.
And, at the last: we all remain quite busy tripping over those emeralds in the mud.
So. Just enjoy the day—why not?
For Blondie & all of us who love her! Rock on!
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Photo from La Crosse Tribune MacGilvray road, outside La Crosse
There is something about bridges. Alone, symbolic, creating a path to another shore. Who knows what will be found there? It’s the mystery and the answer together. Any type of bridge, crossing a river, stream, lake… Any size: huge, small, and “one car at a time” for the single road.
Arcs carry their own beauty. Someone called an arc the most perfect shape in nature. Why? Half a moon—beginning and end together? The alpha and the omega in one view. From the side— especially above water where you can see the reflection—you see the whole. The light and the dark sides. The coming together of everything. Thinking of it, there’s the arc from life to death. There’s the arc of the short story. (Try writing one without an arc.) The arc of a marriage?
And here we have the bridge and the arc together. Mmmmmmmm…what thoughts can we merge?
OK So yesterday was the day from semi-hell. Rather like a mini-armageddon, or an armageddonette. Between the dryer and the dishwasher and the people visiting to make things whole and the inability for anyone to understand anything, it was exhausting. No one could produce the tools or parts necessary to do their jobs. And there was a bird nest in the dryer vent. (I don’t know why I mention that. It seemed important at the time.) Oh yes, it was only discovered after many unsuccessful attempts to get the hot air flow to actually flow. Need I mention that the washing machine hose was somehow disconnected during the jostling of the dryer? And yes, it was draining at the time so there was water in the hose. A lot of water that continued to gush. It was the giant equivalent of the spilled cup of water that lands on the floor and becomes a gallon when it lands. I can’t bring myself to talk about the dishwasher. I became as nonfunctional as all the other people and appliances. The quotidian routine was unable to juggle the grenade of destruction.
There was only one possible solution. Yes, margaritas were in order.
So today I function with a hangover and, however, functioning appliances and no people. I rejoice in welcoming the ordinary.
