Thursday, May 21, 2020
A Quiet Day Full Of Thoughts
If I don't start getting up earlier to walk I'm going to die. It's just insane not to get out before the heat becomes something that physically bears down on me, with humidity percents matching the temperature. It wasn't even that horribly hot this morning when I finally stepped out of the house, my walking stick in my hand, my earbuds plugged in, my sweat rag in my pocket. But yesterday's and last night's glorious rain had caused the street and the ground to steam and it was not a pleasant experience. I cannot say I enjoyed it at all. I jokingly say that I need to walk to satisfy my need to suffer but there is a line. I also say that I walk because if I can still do it, I'm probably not dying but Jesus Christ, wouldn't it be ironic if I died walking?
Ah well. I did not die today.
I picked even more green beans than I picked two days ago. I picked more squash. I admired the many, many green tomatoes on the vines and hoped that they will ripen without being ruined by pest or pestilence. I ironed while I watched A Secret Love on Netflix. I cried as I ironed. I've got dough for focaccia rising and I picked as many leaves of arugula off one of the spent plants as I could to top it with along with mozzarella and cherry tomatoes.
I have thought about my mother a lot.
I'm going to make more squash soup and I need to get to it.
Here's a song for you that musicians in the Gainesville area made. Lon and Lis are in it. It is beautiful.
Often, after I see Lis and Lon play, I will tell Lis, "I can't talk to you," because I am so overwhelmed by their music. One minute Lis and I are giggling about the silliest of things and making supper together and drinking martinis together and the next, she is onstage and doing something I could never imagine being able to do.
I feel like I can't talk to her after watching this video.
I am humbled by the entire thing.
See you tomorrow. And on the other side.