Consciousness

See that photo on the left? It’s supposed to be an oriole like the one I saw hanging on a hummingbird feeder this afternoon. (“Funny, it doesn’t look like an oriole!”) But my memory card spontaneously decided it needed reformatting, which didn’t work until I repaired it using Disk Utility on my iMac—who knew a [...]

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No snow? Fine! I’m not missing the winter at all. Oh, it still gets cold. You wouldn’t believe the thickness of the ice on the inside of our single-pane windows in the morning, for instance. Our late landlord even built little dams on the windowsills, so the melt water wouldn’t run down onto the floor. [...]

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The light flashed once, twice, three times through the piñons. A car coming up the road below? Someone approaching on the mesa? No, a magpie’s wing reflecting the glow of the sunset as the bird flapped for balance on a springy branch! I’d come outside in shorts and plastic shoes, stepping carefully around the cacti [...]

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Moving right along… A while back I realized that I had come to the useful end of life as I had lived it. Nothing that had ever “worked” in the past was going to do me any good from that point forward. I was, in a word, stumped, although realizing I hadn’t a clue how [...]

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Despite everything, and I mean everything, some part of me is happier than I’ve ever been before. This is hard to explain, and I won’t try, although it may have something to do with a singular event that occurred about three weeks ago. About a week into my blogging hiatus, I wasn’t feeling good. Somewhat [...]

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The tomatoes died last night. There were only two gallon-sized plants, and I’d covered them securely, or so I thought. For the record, however, mini-greenhouses made of plastic garbage bags don’t work. When I looked out the window this morning, all I could see were the supporting sticks: the plants themselves had collapsed down into [...]

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This is not my tribe. Why am I even paying attention?

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The thing about being raw, too, is that it never really ends. That’s what I’d like MOST to communicate! It just never does, or at least it hasn’t yet. There’s always some new idiocy or challenge. It’s like a practical joke of some kind. I realize not everybody in my age bracket feels that way, but this is something everybody living has in common, that we’re all still growing, even if some of us look like food for feral hogs.

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