L'aura del Campo

Winter: 10 Sharaf (January 9)

2006-01-09
noon, 39 degrees. 45 in Monroe, WA.

Odd, when younger-than-me people die. Especially if I remember them from their youth. Adrienne Stengel died recently and my first thought is I remember a meatloaf with fennel in Fredonia, NY. Strange how memory works.

Gloomy here. Yesterday was nice, 50s.

Ate a bit of persimmon that had fallen from the tree who-knows-when. Okay, but it is definately past persimmon gathering season until next Fall.

READ: The Cat Who Went Bananas by Lilian Jackson Braun. Just a light fun read. Not so, the real bananas. Been having problems with my teeth and I bit down wrong on a not-quite-ripe banana. Hurt like hell.

Medically, I'm finally having 'things' looked at. I've never had my ears pierced but I've had this nodule on my earlobe that won't heal and it bleeds like the dickens periodically. So, got it shaved to see what it is. Nice folks. Quick procedure. Get results in a week or so. I suspect fungus. Ah ... the fungus among us.

No, I'm not suicidal, but depression has been known to grip me and strangle the last bit of joy. I wrote this 7-8th of January:

Ash and dung

After my suicide the day cleared up
and blue skies rained only when unheeded.
The voices that once annoyed ceased to call
and threads that bound me to this world unraveled.
There was no longer need to stay in touch
or smell the dead. Roses that once had cast
their thorns unhooked and withered. No taste nor
memory lingered among my bones. Yet I
arose from ash and dung, long past my death,
still begging to forget you. [162.688]

Got to pet a short haired grey cat today. (Russian Blue?)
I can be patient when trying to say hello to a feline. Dogs tend to like me too. I'm not a bird or lizard person.

Got some birch bark to write on. Being creative takes some work. Staying awake, however, is even harder. I'm falling asleep. Where's the coffee?