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Aug. 9th, 2019 09:12 pmWhen we used to live in Kansas, and my parents would come to visit us, they often passed through Macoupin/Jersey/Greene counties in Illinois, and bought peaches at a roadside stand along the way. I have memories of sitting at the dining room table hearing about their journey, while I peeled and cut up those peaches for supper. While we were down there ourselves for the burial, Tron and the Lumberjack went out to a farm market and brought us back a half peck of peaches. Yesterday I peeled them, and we've eaten about half of them now. That's the taste of summer to me, even more than sweet corn, tomatoes, or watermelon, all of which I love as well.
I'm not getting a lot done. Of course, it would help if I could sleep just a little bit more. Last night was pretty good. The night before that, the demons were after me in my dreams again, and I had to turn on the bedside lamp for awhile at 4 in the morning. There's a cycle: I wake up in the morning and don't want to do anything. For quite awhile. Then I finally put my Public Pants on and go for a walk. Eventually, I remember everything I thought of doing the day before and it's Oh Noes ALL THE THIIIIINGS!! But usually too late to do more than a couple of them. So I go to bed and swear that the next day, I will jump into action and do all that stuff right away. Only to repeat the day before. I'm hoping I will soon come up with a way to break into the cycle.
I've now received two notes from people I had written to about my mother. Both of them thanked me profusely and said they would not have known if I had not been in touch, and then they said nice things about my mother. This makes me feel happy that I got that done.
In honor of National Book Lovers Day, I started reading an actual book--The Age of the Horse. Most tragic fact so far: "Nearly 750,000 horses had been moved to the Eastern Front to haul the artillery of Operation Barbarossa, and by that summer [of 1942], a third of them were dead." Waah! I was also surprised to know that the wild Tarpan and Takhi horses of central Asia had been hunted for meat until the mid-nineteeth century. A nice big brick of a book is a casket of treasures. It makes you feel rich.
I'm not getting a lot done. Of course, it would help if I could sleep just a little bit more. Last night was pretty good. The night before that, the demons were after me in my dreams again, and I had to turn on the bedside lamp for awhile at 4 in the morning. There's a cycle: I wake up in the morning and don't want to do anything. For quite awhile. Then I finally put my Public Pants on and go for a walk. Eventually, I remember everything I thought of doing the day before and it's Oh Noes ALL THE THIIIIINGS!! But usually too late to do more than a couple of them. So I go to bed and swear that the next day, I will jump into action and do all that stuff right away. Only to repeat the day before. I'm hoping I will soon come up with a way to break into the cycle.
I've now received two notes from people I had written to about my mother. Both of them thanked me profusely and said they would not have known if I had not been in touch, and then they said nice things about my mother. This makes me feel happy that I got that done.
In honor of National Book Lovers Day, I started reading an actual book--The Age of the Horse. Most tragic fact so far: "Nearly 750,000 horses had been moved to the Eastern Front to haul the artillery of Operation Barbarossa, and by that summer [of 1942], a third of them were dead." Waah! I was also surprised to know that the wild Tarpan and Takhi horses of central Asia had been hunted for meat until the mid-nineteeth century. A nice big brick of a book is a casket of treasures. It makes you feel rich.
