My writing partner has become my swimming partner. When the doctor's office called about my cholesterol, they said she wants me to start exercising to elevate my heart rate for 30 minutes, "most days of the week." Sarah D was looking for someone to go to the pool with her. I am a lake snob who avoids chlorine except on the hottest days, but Dr J's ( Read more... )

This morning the male Blackburnian warbler brought one of his chicks down to a low branch of the yellow birch outside the dining room window. His softly blended orange-on-white throat looks like a bit of flame dancing along the branch. The fledgling was tiny and shabby by comparison. I hear the male’s thin song around the cottage every day until ( Read more... )

My last evening in Pittsburgh I had to myself. After considering looking up the local gay bars, I chose instead to go back to ghostsandrobots's apartment with some treats-chai-flavoured chocolate, kettle chips, soya ice cream and elderberry tea-to bribe myself into writing for a couple hours. No better place that in someone else's apartment, empty and softly lit ( Read more... )

A new friend, mylastsigh, is contemplating rocks this morning. This called to mind two photos I took on the end of the dock at my cottage last Labour Day weekend.


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