September 3, 2025
Hung out with this guy for a while.




Hung out at Edite's for a short time.  It was kind of perfect; my sweet friend, a lovely air flow, grape leaves as shelter and a huge glass of water.


Then I went to the canal and sat and talked to this guy for a while.   He preened.  I love watching them use their necks. You wouldn't think they were as bendable as they are.



I did get to the rookery.   I did get to the pool, but my right leg is not stable, both the hip and the knee are slipping.  Walking is a little bit of an issue.  It tires me.  I have to go to sleep.


I want to write about PTSD and the impact of living with it daily, but when I'm in the middle of it I don't have the metacognition to write about it in any kind of interesting way.  It just sounds like whining and perpetuates all of the "I'm not worthy crap."   

The poetry comes in a day or so, but when I'm just keeping my head above water, it is not very interesting to write about.   So tonight you get pretty pictures, my constant go to.   



CV


Tomorrow is the Fair Parade.  That should make me smile.  I won't be able to go this year, unfortunately, but I can shoot the fair as it passes LAVA.   I miss the days of walking with EJ and GCC.   They walked with Bob Pura and Regina Curtis for years.  I did the walk a couple of times, but mainly road in vehicles.  Once Shane brought his mother's pick up filled with hay and pumpkins and we filled it up with future GCC students.   I wonder how many of those kids took classes there.  I bet several of them did and they learned to feel comfortable on a college campus.  EJ thought it was their personal play ground and everyone was their friend.

I'm looking forward to tomorrow.  I have a day to work on the house.  Staff meeting later and the parade.  OK.  Now some dinner. 

 

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