March 25, 2025

Chris has been gone a year and what a year it has been.  His death caused giant ripples and his spirit is still very much present.  You are missed, sir, you are missed. And you have to know you are loved.

I had a gentle but sad day.  The rookery was damp and there were birds; common mergansers, wood ducks, Canada geese and an eagle way up over the radio towers.  The water was high and the breeze was evident.  Temperature was 44 degrees at 4.  

The rookery neighborhood is its own community, too, and people were outside today.  Got to say Happy Birthday to Jen.  Got to hear the outcry about the eagles seemingly moving in for the summer.   In this neighborhood the eagle has made himself not wanted.  Three seasons of wiping out heron babies is just too much for the humans to take.  But I thought their presence was great yesterday and I think the herons are smart enough not to try those nests this year.  

And over by the beaver pond there was a grackle, blue jays and Canada geese.  In the pasture there were six crows.  I saw no four footed animals, but the birds are back, the count has begun.  

I can't figure out which project to focus on.  In some ways I am most interested in the Music as social justice oral history project.  I realize intellectually it is the most compelling and I am anxious to hear people talk about their work.

Yet, I should get my play out into the world.  I need to send it to midsize theaters and get it read.  Or maybe there is a contest it is appropriate for.  Jason's screenplay won a seat at the Beverly Hills Film Festival.  I need to look at venues like that.

The truth is I am sad today.   I had crazy dreams last night and they were all involved with having no control over things at the moment.  I am afraid of how far out of control things are getting.