part of me would like to die here. to grow incapable, to just lie down and die. Here. But before that, to continue watching. Continue continuing. day unto day. I'd read somewhere a while ago that Climate Change here would manifest in increased heat, but also WIND. And i am seeing this now. March is usually the month of Wind. In the last two years this has extended to April and this year, here we are, Mid May, usually the PeaceFULL month, WIND. Weather.gov,
the National weather channel calls what it is as Breezy. 35 mph straight line. Not so much breezy. Trying to put Goat feed over the fence is frought with frustration. Expensive feed flings out in Wind and scatters while my eyes get hit with sand, my hair obscuring my vision, i squint. These walls rattle. Things fall off them. WIND. My true love. How true love changes over time.
But still, a part of me would like to stay here. Till the end.
look at this. I took 11 pics…the same ….and kept going for whatever reason, just to see how they might show the wind i guess and this last one…look. oh, eee….WHAT IS THAT GREEn WHIRRING form? not in any of the previous? A deva, saying look. look at me. See me.
Jenny, my daughter called. just after this. I said so what's the reason for the call, it's Monday night and she doesn't call on Monday night and she says…no reason. Just calling and the conversation goes on just easy, nothing significant other than a recounting of the work of the weekend with jackhammers on the Hill to place retaining wall so Alyssia's home can be brought and jackhammers through granite there. They had sent me short video's of this. But she goes on and somewhere in the late middle of it, says that Ashley, Fate's mother is so excited and happy that i am coming. We wondered together about this because i don't remember being anything but really very neutral to Ashley, Fate's mother when she was here, both times, kind of low neutral, really, but Ashley is SO Happy AND she has the older son, Elijah who is 9 yrs who is Ours by Extended, and i think….ok. for these Children. This planet is their inheritance. What you leave behind when you are dead. Inheritance. and though i might want to be here. Here. till death do i part, i need to be There. There is stuff still to do. Ok.
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