"And the train track will take all the wounded ones home. And I'll be alone..."
A rainy, overcast, chilly day. Wet cold that goes to the bone and stays there. Our high was 58˚F, and it is now 51˚F.
Though she lives hardly half an hour away, today I saw my mother for the first time since July 9th, 2020. Every time I go to Leeds, it looks less and less like the town where I grew up. Well, no. Some parts remain eerily unchanged, and I treasure those. The newest nightmare is a "destination" truck stop called "Bucky's." No thank you. If I must indulge in redneck culture, I'll take the old timey sort. But it was very good seeing Mom. We have both let our hair grow long during the COVID-19 weirdness. And we got through about half the mountain of dirty laundry that as accumulated since last we were there; we'll go back and do the other half in a few days. I saw my sister and my nephew, as well.
I managed to read "A new marine varanoid from the Cenomanian of the Middle East," a description from 2005 of a fascinating critter named Judeasaurus that fits somewhere between mosasauroids and their terrestrial varanoid relatives (modern monitor lizards are varanoids).
Oh, and I've started reading Dune again, because I realized the last time was 2007 (!).
I didn't make an entry yesterday, but there was not much to say. It was not a bad day. There was sunlight yesterday.
So, yes, today is the longest I've been away from this apartment, and the farthest I have gone from it, in a year and three months (plus spare change). But I'm going to do better. I am.
Please have a look at the current eBay auctions. Good books. I know, because I wrote them. Thanks.
There's a lot I could say about political developments the last couple of days, but I sorta doubt many people wanna here my thoughts. I can keep them to myself. I'm getting better at that. In the coming years, it may be crucial to survival. But I will say, treasure the next two years.
Later Tater Beans,
Aunt Beast
10:42 a.m.
Though she lives hardly half an hour away, today I saw my mother for the first time since July 9th, 2020. Every time I go to Leeds, it looks less and less like the town where I grew up. Well, no. Some parts remain eerily unchanged, and I treasure those. The newest nightmare is a "destination" truck stop called "Bucky's." No thank you. If I must indulge in redneck culture, I'll take the old timey sort. But it was very good seeing Mom. We have both let our hair grow long during the COVID-19 weirdness. And we got through about half the mountain of dirty laundry that as accumulated since last we were there; we'll go back and do the other half in a few days. I saw my sister and my nephew, as well.
I managed to read "A new marine varanoid from the Cenomanian of the Middle East," a description from 2005 of a fascinating critter named Judeasaurus that fits somewhere between mosasauroids and their terrestrial varanoid relatives (modern monitor lizards are varanoids).
Oh, and I've started reading Dune again, because I realized the last time was 2007 (!).
I didn't make an entry yesterday, but there was not much to say. It was not a bad day. There was sunlight yesterday.
So, yes, today is the longest I've been away from this apartment, and the farthest I have gone from it, in a year and three months (plus spare change). But I'm going to do better. I am.
Please have a look at the current eBay auctions. Good books. I know, because I wrote them. Thanks.
There's a lot I could say about political developments the last couple of days, but I sorta doubt many people wanna here my thoughts. I can keep them to myself. I'm getting better at that. In the coming years, it may be crucial to survival. But I will say, treasure the next two years.
Later Tater Beans,
Aunt Beast
10:42 a.m.