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LongDays of Zenith
Jul. 6th, 2018 10:38 pmI was listening to the weather today, and was reminded that Robert Frost wrote a poem about a tree that ends with the lines,
That day she put our heads together,
Fate had her imagination about her,
Your head so much concerned with outer,
Mine with inner, weather.
I often think of this poem, because there's a tree outside my bedroom window. Today when the weather person spoke of a tropical depression forming, I thought about inner weather and how I need one of those big blue screens where the radar shows clouds sweeping over and fronts moving in. It would be nice if I had a friendly expert to warn me when the tropical depression was forming, and how soon it would convert to a category 2 or 3.
I've been quoted--briefly--in a nationally published article about Amy Coney Barrett. This gave me a moment's satisfaction, but I quickly realized it was pointless. Facts and logic are of little interest to most people these days.
I've reaped another mini-harvest from my little garden: some kale, a bunch of arugula, another stripey squash, half a dozen radishes, and a handful of sugar pea pods--just enough for the Sparrowhawk and me to share immediately. We were going to have the other greens for supper tonight, but the Sparrowhawk was out chatting with a friend, and I didn't feel up to it. Maybe tomorrow.
After I called my mother, I got a call from an old friend in Kansas to thank me for a birthday gift I'd sent. It was really a gift for me to hear from her. After that, I went out for a pre-sunset walk. The air was much cooler and more pleasant than it has been recently, but I still had to walk with extreme slowness and still got out of breath. I reflected on how just about all my close friends are struggling with health or financial issues, sometimes both. The sister I'm closest to is not in good health, and the same goes for my mother and my husband. Under the circumstances, I need to stay strong, but I'm not doing so well at that. That tropical depression keeps moving ominously toward the coast, and so far there's no sign of a high pressure zone to nudge it off course.
That day she put our heads together,
Fate had her imagination about her,
Your head so much concerned with outer,
Mine with inner, weather.
I often think of this poem, because there's a tree outside my bedroom window. Today when the weather person spoke of a tropical depression forming, I thought about inner weather and how I need one of those big blue screens where the radar shows clouds sweeping over and fronts moving in. It would be nice if I had a friendly expert to warn me when the tropical depression was forming, and how soon it would convert to a category 2 or 3.
I've been quoted--briefly--in a nationally published article about Amy Coney Barrett. This gave me a moment's satisfaction, but I quickly realized it was pointless. Facts and logic are of little interest to most people these days.
I've reaped another mini-harvest from my little garden: some kale, a bunch of arugula, another stripey squash, half a dozen radishes, and a handful of sugar pea pods--just enough for the Sparrowhawk and me to share immediately. We were going to have the other greens for supper tonight, but the Sparrowhawk was out chatting with a friend, and I didn't feel up to it. Maybe tomorrow.
After I called my mother, I got a call from an old friend in Kansas to thank me for a birthday gift I'd sent. It was really a gift for me to hear from her. After that, I went out for a pre-sunset walk. The air was much cooler and more pleasant than it has been recently, but I still had to walk with extreme slowness and still got out of breath. I reflected on how just about all my close friends are struggling with health or financial issues, sometimes both. The sister I'm closest to is not in good health, and the same goes for my mother and my husband. Under the circumstances, I need to stay strong, but I'm not doing so well at that. That tropical depression keeps moving ominously toward the coast, and so far there's no sign of a high pressure zone to nudge it off course.
