One-Sentence Journal, Weeks Ninety-Two and Ninety-Three

  1. 05/07/2017:  A slow day at work followed by a couple hours of solitude reminds me how perfectly suited I am to the withdrawn life.
  2. 05/08/2017:  The Clark Fork is really beginning to boom with spring runoff, and it is equal parts frightening and magnificent.
  3. 05/09/2017:  Mom is headed to England and I wish I could have stowed-away in her luggage, then expatriated myself while she connected in Paris.
  4. 05/10/2017:  Remembering fondly my years in Washington, where everywhere I went I was peacefully anonymous.
  5. 05/11/2017:  Lots of burly love in the air when Aaron Draplin rolls into town.
  6. 05/12/2017:  I sleep through the opening five minutes of yoga class and only the thoughtfulness of my instructor, who leaves the outer door unlocked, saves Day 16 of my 30-day challenge.
  7. 05/13/2017:  The Bitterroot River is running high while California Quail sneak through the bushes, and an owl calls me closer.
  8. 05/14/2017:  The decadent luxury of sleeping in until 7:30 AM.
  9. 05/15/2017:  Some much-needed contentment, however brief, and the pastel colors of evening sunsets in spring.
  10. 05/16/2017:  The first hummingbird sighting of the season outside my window leads to a rapid reconfiguration of the feeder farm and the immediate production of a batch of sugar water.
  11. 05/17/2017:  A yard covered in snow this morning.
  12. 05/18/2017:  Stopping in a bar to meet a friend for a beer, the televisions blare “President Trump!” this, and “President Trump!” that, and all I can wonder is if there were ever two words less suited to follow one after the other?
  13. 05/19/2017:  My old cat, Kitten, a 20-year veteran of my household, went on to the great beyond without me, where she will no doubt wait to keep me awake late at night with her random fuck-with-mes well into eternity.
  14. 05/20/2017:  Roughly forty ounces of coffee were no match for a long week culminating in Day 24 of my 30-day yoga challenge.

7 thoughts on “One-Sentence Journal, Weeks Ninety-Two and Ninety-Three

  1. Becky

    What is so amazing about that beautiful photo of Kitten is it taken outside. Not always her favorite place to be most of her very long and wonderful life.

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