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I'm redirecting my efforts today, from fixing up the house and yard to updating this tired thing. It's been awhile, so in the interim I've escaped from the alpestrine madness of Summit County to the languid slurry of Florida's thermonous shores; or, "America's Wang." The drive down was uneventful, but beautiful in parts. I had heard a lot about the prairie vistas of Kansas and was looking forward to them. Instead I found an unending promenade of swales, gullies, dessicated farms abutting eroded scarps, rachitic trees and knurled groves, burning sedges and unending drizzle - it was something out of Bradbury's "From the Dust Returned" and nicely apocalyptic. The ubiquitous JESUS IS REAL billboards certainly helped. Missouri was missable and fitting of its 'Misery' alias. The Apalachians were the only other geography of note, with elevated lakes and headlands, bearded promontories and nary a granitic peak in sight.
I'm on vacation from working for the time being, seeing as how I had a dearth of time off the past eight years, with frugal vacations girded by months of absolutely no convalescing. Not so say I'm being lazy now - everyday is spent fixing up the second story of the house here and making the yard more hortensial. We have a producing vegetable garden, and right now I'm working on a flower bed for butterflies and hummingbirds. We may be in the middle of a drought, but we've been blessed by a phreatic bounty of water for our yard. The days are long and far from the gelid paralysis of the Rockies, so there's much to do, while at night we continue our little pastoral mimicry by pitching in for good meals, libations and company 'til late. As we lay at night, prior to our purchase of an air conditioner, our discophoran bodies melting in the bed sheets and sticky in the breeze, we listen to the loud batrachian night hungrily crawling around us, moonlit and entomophagous.
Life is really good. I'm unplugging myself more and more from the technological distractions around me and laboring for greater self improvement. I needed it, a little less burden and a lot more breathing. I grew up here, but with the perspective of eight years in purgatory and the life-changing crucible I've emerged from make this seem like an entirely new and cognatic world. I think I'm ready and worthy of it for once.
I'm on vacation from working for the time being, seeing as how I had a dearth of time off the past eight years, with frugal vacations girded by months of absolutely no convalescing. Not so say I'm being lazy now - everyday is spent fixing up the second story of the house here and making the yard more hortensial. We have a producing vegetable garden, and right now I'm working on a flower bed for butterflies and hummingbirds. We may be in the middle of a drought, but we've been blessed by a phreatic bounty of water for our yard. The days are long and far from the gelid paralysis of the Rockies, so there's much to do, while at night we continue our little pastoral mimicry by pitching in for good meals, libations and company 'til late. As we lay at night, prior to our purchase of an air conditioner, our discophoran bodies melting in the bed sheets and sticky in the breeze, we listen to the loud batrachian night hungrily crawling around us, moonlit and entomophagous.
Life is really good. I'm unplugging myself more and more from the technological distractions around me and laboring for greater self improvement. I needed it, a little less burden and a lot more breathing. I grew up here, but with the perspective of eight years in purgatory and the life-changing crucible I've emerged from make this seem like an entirely new and cognatic world. I think I'm ready and worthy of it for once.