Not The Most Cheerful Post I've Ever Written

I took a walk this morning. There was absolutely no excuse not to. Cool morning, not much humidity, beautiful light. And I needed a walk to try and get out of my head which was still filled with the sort of dream material that makes me know I will never, even if I live to be a hundred and fifty years old, get over things that happened to me as a child. Some of the dreams I have with the stepfather in them are tolerable and not so disturbing. Some are worse. This was one of those although nothing overtly graphic happened, and mostly it was about the possibility of him abusing another child and no one trying to protect that child which is fairly self-explanatory. 
We are all the child at one point in our lives, are we not?

So yes, I took a walk. It was fine. I found this to be a spider-web magic trick.

It's a little hard to tell but that is a small, twiggy branch that appeared to be floating in thin air over the sidewalk. Upon closer inspection I could see one strand of a spider's web holding it up from the tree above. I watched for awhile as it swung in the breeze, a graceful little free-form dance against the blue sky. 

I saw something today that broke my heart. I've written about there being a sort of bus stop up near the gas station, convenience store, and Subway sandwich shop where Amazon employees can get picked up and taken to work and returned home after their shift. Lately, I've been seeing someone sleeping in that shelter. It's just a bench with a protective shade cover over it. I thought it might be Harvey and when I walked past it this morning, I saw that it was. He wasn't inside the shelter on the bench, but on the ground beside it, sleeping on a blanket of some sort. He had a walker there and upon it was his very large Bible, open to some passage which means something special to him, I'm sure, and there were some other things but I took all of this in so quickly because I did not want to disturb or startle or embarrass him that I really didn't catch details. I don't believe he needs a walker but probably someone dropped it off on his property as people sometimes do drop things off there he could possibly sell, or maybe he collected it at the dump. I don't know. But there it was and I think he uses it to push his things around with him. 

He has almost no shade on his property except the inside of the trashed out small trailer someone gave him and it has no electricity and I'm sure must be incredibly hot. There is one small corner of his yard which is shaded but he may well get so very tired of being in the same place, day in and day out. 
I should start making sandwiches and drop them off there. I don't know. Harvey has always been here in Lloyd. I have never seen him so low in the many years I've lived here as he has been lately. Where are his people? I always thought the people who lived on the property adjoining his land were relatives but if so, there doesn't seem to be much interaction although I could be wrong about that. I used to see more of his friends come by to visit him, guys his age, all sitting around in that one bit of shade, or around a fire in the winter. 

The most exciting thing of the day happened when I was approaching my house on the way back. I saw a small dog turn off the sidewalk onto our driveway and I followed her. She had trotted right up to the door of the old kitchen in the backyard as if she knew exactly where she was going. I called to her and she came right up to me as if I was an old friend she was so happy to see. She had a collar but no tags and after we'd greeted each other she squeezed through the little place UNDER the dog door where the screen is torn, the same place Maurice comes and goes from the back porch, and went right up to the door. 

She appeared to be clean and well-fed and I let her come into the house with me. She did a bit of exploring and I let her back out and said, "Go on home, puppy," when I saw our next door neighbor on the sidewalk in front of our house. 
"Carolyn!" I said. "Are you missing a dog?"
"Yes I am," she said. 
And indeed this was her dog. A recent acquisition from someone who had rescued her but then wasn't really interested in having a dog. Carolyn clipped the leash she was carrying onto the dog's collar and said, "She's a really friendly dog."
"She is," I answered. "And she seems really smart too."
And then off they went towards home. She told me the pup's name but I've already forgotten it. 

When we moved in here, Caroline had rescued goats, a llama, donkeys, a horse, many chickens, dogs, cats, and a male turkey. She also had guinea hens but one-by-one they got picked off by something. There are no animals in her back yard now. Her health is not adequate to take care of so many critters but she still has dogs. And a cat or two, I think. 

I weeded in the garden, I picked peas, I washed and hung clothes, I sewed a button on a pair of Mr. Moon's shorts. I have stayed busy, in other words. Tomorrow I plan on going to town to buy seeds for the fall garden. Mr. Moon will be leaving again to work on putting up drywall in the cabin.
And I will continue to try and stay busy. There is plenty to do here. 

And on we go. 

Love...Ms. Moon