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Sensing reluctance to post . . . life not exciting enough . . . Perhaps one should post the moment one has an idea or perception! No, wait--that would be too much like Twitter. Actually, my inner life is always full of incident, but most of it is not relatable. Too complicated. The inside is bigger than the outside, which is saying a lot because I am not physically small!

Yesterday was a fine day, and I felt some stirrings of hope. I managed to get outside and do some weeding in the front yard. My peony bush has been spectacular this year. Its striped silken petals are just beginning to fall. I dreamed of maybe having a white one to go with it, perhaps next year. We have these weeds with spikes of tiny purple flowers. I keep telling myself to look them up, but I forget to do so. Whatever they're called, the bees are loving them. I had a close-up view of several big, fat, shiny black bumblebees sliding their probosci into the flowers, drinking up nectar, their panniers bright with golden pollen. I was unable to feel bad about not pulling up my weeds. I took a break for some water, and thought of calling my bro, but he didn't pick up. Later, I got a text to say that he's in Florida visiting friends and fishing. Soon he will carry out his plan to move on to Detroit and fish with some more friends in the St. Clair River. He says he can still get into a boat though not as easily as before.

Today: brisk walk, more backyard time, Zoom with Moonmoth and the Nonesuch. At least they are considering coming to see me . . . maybe . . . someday . . . . I'm hoping PropellerBeanie will give Moonmoth a good report of our hospitality that will encourage her to pursue a visit! I admit it's a long way, but then again, I used to go visit them when I lived in Kansas! That's a lot farther!