May 12, 2026

I remember in middle school trying really hard to learn to draw dogwood.  I actually took an art class in 7th grade and I think that is where I decided I was not an artist. It took me 55 years to decide I was somewhere deep in side. I still want to take a watercolor class.  I'm about to be cameraless again.  I have to figure out a way to deal with that.

Funky bird count day, I went more places to look but saw fewer birds.  The canal was really empty of them.  Although I watched the eagle pair do a short stint of hunting and then lost sight of them.  But the 3 swans were the only birds in sight on the canal itself.  But it was blue.  It was 61 and cloudless.  I sat and wrote some.  It was gentle, and gentle is what I needed.

I also went up to the rookery, the goats were outside.  They looked really happy today and were a little frisky.   Again, it was beautiful up there, and very quiet.  

There were swallows, kingfisher, red winged blackbirds and a song sparrow.  And when I drove up and around to the beaver pond I saw some robins, and one goose.   My timing may have been really off tonight.  

I feel as though I went to a different planet this weekend and my brain has not returned with my body.  It's so much slower.  It has been so different for me in the last few months, I am having a hard time not thinking  somehow I'm being a bad kid.   I am like molasses.   And my dreams continue to be funky.

I actually think I may have to go to LAVA on Friday and pretend to go to work so I can get some stuff completed. Tomorrow is Writers Read and I don't know what I've done to prepare for it and what I need to do.