windthread

early this morning i opened out the page.   Felt the anticipation of  spending tonight with both 24 and 25  entering the Birthdays,  their black/white/black/white borders  page after page, 12 times.   The satisfaction of that longstanding ritual.   Took that thought with me down to feed Jack,  lean on his gate,  looking out to where the lizards are,  somewhere,        Looking at the morning which has nothing to do with squares with numbers.      The word….construct.   then,  human construct.   When i got back i googled.            The ideas, concepts and frameworks that societies create to organize and interpret their world often manifesting in social, cultural and political structures.        i think i can say that the calendar is a human construct?????     Beginning here….the page of January,  it's boxes.   so Ready for a record of a life to fill it with words that tell a story of what Happened.   

there WAS a pic above….it somehow disappeared.  Will need to appear separately i guess.   Ok then.   Also,  how it goes.