L'aura del Campo

2019年5月5日. Accomplishments?

It is best to say that I accomplished much this last week and accomplished nothing new.

LAST WEEK: read, write, edit, see friends, communicate with friends, eat, wash the dishes, shower, take pills, check blood pressure.
NEXT WEEK: read, write, edit, see friends, communicate with friends, eat, wash the dishes, shower, take pills, check blood pressure.

As long as I do this I have worked on objectives that lead to goals.

My life doesn't divide itself into 5 work days, a party day, a day of "rest". I realize that this is a common Christian-Western-European-American thing.

That isn't me.

I have two parts of my life:

A. Home.
B. Travel.

The above is what I do when I am home. I "rest" and slog through my life's chores. When I travel:

1. Where am I? 2. Were am I going? 3. Take pictures of everything. 4. Meet people everywhere. 5. Don't miss the plane/train/bus...

And of course, try to remember to write and take my pills every day. Sometimes I do. sometimes I don't. I go home to rest.

My town in Montana, of course, has its own rhythm: Season of Smoke, Season of Grey Skies, Student Season; Ghost Season; Play Season. Cold Season; Hot Season. They overlap. The Pleasant Season for me personally? March through June and September-October. May is my favorite month. Just about everywhere.

So what does this have to do with a simple question about accomplishments? I could answer but it would be a boring answer. And you would learn nothing about me.

ACCOMPLISHMENTS: I got to market. I went to the library and continued working on my journal. I finished Acorna 7. I cooked up the chicken and made biscuits.
IMAGES: Walking along the river: smell of hard juniper berries; indigo vinca; new red leaves; soft green fronds; last autumn's shriveled berries; scurrying prairies dogs; wet dog fountain; crunch of gravel; lavender shooting-stars; yellowbells; withered grass; blue plastic trash; yellow biscuit root; sound of traffic on the bridge; semi-grey-cloudy day; shadows; last year's dead brown pine needles (long, rough); white phlox; emergent furry arrowleaf balsamroot; worn-out buttercups; dandelion clumps; smell of crushed sage; horn of train; waxy scaly arborvitae; screech of a child; cool breeze off the river.
NEW BLOGVILLE: Kwills joined us and I found MCPhedran's in-and-out. I continue to comment as much as I can.

POEM? I'll post one later... maybe.

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