January 31, 2026

So much to love in this  photo.

Good day, world.  Today was almost a normal day, almost.  I went to the Coop for lunch and enjoyed being in Greenfield.  I had a poor night's sleep, so conscious of having lost so many recently.  I try too hard to make sense out of life. It all happens in my dreams.  I really am going to start keeping a dream journal.  That's a statement of intent.  As of tonight, I am going to keep a dream journal.

I am a documenter.  Loren and I were just talking about what that  meant.   A journalist is supposed to be unbiased, but a documenter acknowledges their personal framework, lens, context.  They are biased by nature.  I am biased in my perspective.  I'm not sure I could articulate all  of my biases, but I do know I have my own voice and my own lens.  And I appreciate it.  I like the way I see the world.

Today I did some picture taking.  Main St., Brattleboro has wonderful rooftops.  It was a little too cold to walk around, but I was at the library and there were enough views onto different rooves and steeples.  From the mezzanine I could shoot some.  I'm sure people thought I was weird.  What can I say?

 

I met with three people who  are on the selection committee  for  Rocky River Players in Vermont about their interest in staging my play and doing it in the 2027 Season.  They really  liked it and  had some good  ideas and I handed it  over with a timeline to get ready for an  actual stage production in 18 months.  I'm  not sure I've talked about the play much in this blog.  Every Moment of Everyday is about 7 women's stories as Birthmoms.  I incorporate 7 oral histories I collected from individuals with different experiences giving a baby up for adoption.  I'm very excited about this turn.  It's really what I wanted  to see,  to  have the play build, have a life of its own.  And   this group  really get it,  I'm inspired by their response to the play.  

I got back home about 4:15 and went for a ride  to watch the  sunset. What I got was the moon rise in the hills.   Lots of deer tracks  tonight.   

The moon she is so beautiful!  

Tomorrow is open mic.  I'm going to read 2 Jay poems and 2 Lindy poems.   I'm sure I was there a month ago, but I don't remember being there.  This month has  been really crazy, between the weather and the  ups and downs of my logistical life I'm not sure what was done.  Did I complete anything?

When you heat up soup from the freezer that had hot oil in it, does the heat of the oil strengthen?  Or did I make this soup this hot in the  first place?

I'm glad that  the storm is going off to sea  tomorrow.  I'm not  prepared to deal with  any more.  The frigid temperatures are hard enough  to cope with.

Not a lot  of room for anymore, either.