Cold air. A steady dry rustle from the trees on my block. Like my neighbors, I’m hauling the garbage and recycling to the curb. Clatter across the darkened street and I look up to see one of them, a man younger than me, as he shoves the bags and cans into position. We’re both a absently intent on the task, but the break in my own non-concentration is enough for me to really feel the life of my block for an instant. Simple homely actions that are more tangible than the cluttered chill of my computer screen, where I’ve been anchored for those hours of today when I wasn’t in meetings. I got home almost two hours ago and those hours have drained away sucked down the browsehole of clicking and finding and reading and considering. I was out in the sunlight today, and the evening drizzle that almost seemed like snow in the headlights of the bus on forty-second. I spoke to people, received good news and challenges, took pictures and argued points, designed print pieces and confirmed classes, petted my dog and ate a salad, but it’s all tamped down beneath the screen’s glare. The doing of three things simultaneously, none of them well.
This is the most writing I’ve been able to pull off in days.
Tags: computer, daily photo, my block, self examination
Nayland- Well spoken…the momentary “slice of life”…You could always cancel everything and fly out to Redding California and stay at the Good News Rescue Mission with me and some other parolees while we attempt to assemble something physically/emotionally/spiritually that not only propels us through days of jumping through California hoops set up for CDCR failure/success…or just hang out at the park with a 40, some weed, and really get a taste of fluidity…..
Is that your whadow on your stairwell? Wow.
A Friday …quiet Bear emerges from down comfortor to our first Winter weather and a house desperately in need of a cleaning….oh know….a plan…let everyone else sleep in and dust effortlessly and with only a creak as my 226 lb body moves from place to place….
I’m at Happy Trail Ranch for the weekend…and am poised to call Cliff Priess, as he was an angel to me as I prepared to parole….
Look forward to your sites each time I access them.
Keep writing man! Hunter
No moderation.
My lack of computer savvy is a constant source of amusement, for me as a house-guest, as well as an artist….wink.