here we are on a saturday, October 24, 2015...what a gray day...I just finished Winter Brothers by Ivan Doig. He talks about James Swan's diaries of this area...he does talk about rain and windy weather...I don't recall that he talks about this particular sort of day...it's so gray, everything has a sort of whiteness to it that is phosphorescent..it's not raining and the sky is this fulsome gray color that invites time to pass uneventfully, unlike the sunny day we had yesterday that invited all sorts of activities, even at dusk there were still more tasks asking for completion.
I've found a book of Frank O'Connor short stories. They're all set in Ireland, all the dreamy homebound sort of tales that you might find happening just here, in little ol clallam bay...you peel the potatoes, you braise the meat you've dredged in flour, you chop some onion, peel some carrot and parsnip/turnip, throw it all into a roasting pan...sunday dinner coming up...maybe this is that sort of nurturing time, we feed ourselves (steak and mushroom for breakfast) don't know...odd thing, JW's yardsale was reputedly to be held today...last night d showed me a tin of Napoleon cough drops/breathmints, empty, old, one J had used as a coin purse..d said she'd bought it as a memento at the yard sale...we weren't aware it was happening...so, hot bath for me and a trip to Forks to see Mom and take her to church this evening..I think..
concerned about what is my supper..I'm here at VC and it is cool FM on the radio..took me going up every point on the dial to arrive at an audible station..108.4 something..
had a flu shot yesterday, didn't sleep well..slight chills at bedtime then tossing and turning did sleep until 7:45 so that was good, talked to A about the new baby..SR is gobbling her meals and growing quickly, a healthy child ..yes it's raining now..suppose I ought to leave t his place and walk home lunch is important consideration, and what would it be? probably need to saute zucchini and cabbage into a noodle cup..clean out fridge for being gone although have been ignoring those chores somewhat...guess I'm bored but how can you be in a place like this, time for more mushrooms..other places, like touring the big new music museum in Seattle - a happening place definitely..- everything predictable ok so that was what's his name's guitar...the guitar itself isn't radiating a special aura is it? doesn't seem to be...these are relics of another time. like t his keyboard I am writing on...I turned 65 today...am I a relic as well?
I've found a book of Frank O'Connor short stories. They're all set in Ireland, all the dreamy homebound sort of tales that you might find happening just here, in little ol clallam bay...you peel the potatoes, you braise the meat you've dredged in flour, you chop some onion, peel some carrot and parsnip/turnip, throw it all into a roasting pan...sunday dinner coming up...maybe this is that sort of nurturing time, we feed ourselves (steak and mushroom for breakfast) don't know...odd thing, JW's yardsale was reputedly to be held today...last night d showed me a tin of Napoleon cough drops/breathmints, empty, old, one J had used as a coin purse..d said she'd bought it as a memento at the yard sale...we weren't aware it was happening...so, hot bath for me and a trip to Forks to see Mom and take her to church this evening..I think..
concerned about what is my supper..I'm here at VC and it is cool FM on the radio..took me going up every point on the dial to arrive at an audible station..108.4 something..
had a flu shot yesterday, didn't sleep well..slight chills at bedtime then tossing and turning did sleep until 7:45 so that was good, talked to A about the new baby..SR is gobbling her meals and growing quickly, a healthy child ..yes it's raining now..suppose I ought to leave t his place and walk home lunch is important consideration, and what would it be? probably need to saute zucchini and cabbage into a noodle cup..clean out fridge for being gone although have been ignoring those chores somewhat...guess I'm bored but how can you be in a place like this, time for more mushrooms..other places, like touring the big new music museum in Seattle - a happening place definitely..- everything predictable ok so that was what's his name's guitar...the guitar itself isn't radiating a special aura is it? doesn't seem to be...these are relics of another time. like t his keyboard I am writing on...I turned 65 today...am I a relic as well?
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