Easier

Some dust abatement. So much easier now, than in the tiny, dusty apartment. Tidy now. Doesn't really take much to keep this up, even in a bigger place. Perhaps easier with a bit more elbow room. Wood floors, so much cleaner. I went out to take out the glass recycle to the garage (to be taken out tomorrow) and the garden derailed me.

I find the whole gardening process, the weeding, the watering, planting and piling rocks, feeds some needful part of myself. A few seconds becomes an hour so easily. Later, I mowed the buffalo grass on the verge, hacked out the dandelions and whatever that spiky weed is. Some day, there will be planting out there, but that's not even in the ten year plan. Still, I love being out there, and lose track of time in my immersion.

I'm amazed at how much better it all looks, after just one year. Better than I expected after three to five years. Never have I been so astonished at progress - at the same time so impatient for it.

I've given up on the rhubarb. This is not the place for it. A childhood experience that I cannot recreate. I don't want the huge stalks, never liked those when I was a kid. I ate the small narrow stalks, loved the sourness, and turned my nose up at the old, woody ones. I like rhubarb pie, but in a vague way - not really much caring for anything so oversugared these days. No, what I wanted was to regrow that moment, when I was out in the backyard, alone, eating a lovely, tart stalk of tender rhubarb, barely dusted off. But, I'm not in Michigan anymore, and it's best that way, really.


We are both just tired today, the exhaustion abated. Cat slept on me most of the night. Still, I slept well. D sat up, and Moby - as he does - sat in front of him to be petted. D got up, and I stretched over to take over. Moby looked at me, got up and nosed my eyes, then put a gentle paw on my lips. Unmistakable affection and care.

Looking toward another day off, possibly with thunderstorms. As well as a mild week with rain. Going back outside now, of course I am.