Sunday, September 11, 2005|
Playing peek-a-boo with the office frog this afternoon.
He digs into those pots at night and I just realized my desk is covered with a layer of soil, from all that digging, I'd imagine. |
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Head aches. Mind aches. Knees twinging. A little olive oil on the forehead, eyelids, temples, rubbing in light circles. Oil on the throat, the back of the neck. Waiting. Thuds diminish a little. Last night my feet were so cold nothing could warm them. Usually I have furnace feet. Maybe my cold feet inform my achey head. I remove my socks, rub the sole of the left foot, then then right, applying lavender oil in beeswax, massaging toes, pressing my thumbs deep into my insteps. Out the bedroom window--thunderheads forming far behind the ridge. Surprise Valley must be having interesting weather today. I have to gather some thistle seed before the birds take it all. On with the socks, the waffle-bottom shoes, the woolen shirt-jacket, brown beret. Grab camera, pocket knife, distance glasses. Baggie.
Out we go. |
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Radio's sluggish today. Let's don't all blog at once, now.
Where was I on 9/11? We had no TV reception then, either. I got up in the morning, California time, a little after 7. Booted up the computer to read the daily news. I saw the headline in my NYTimes email. It had to be a hoax. And then another: building two. It was real. I called out to the housemate--"Uh, I think the world is starting to end." From then on we watched the Internet news sources. The housemate's friend, a NY photographer, emailed a stream of photos over the days that followed. To this day I have not seen the network news coverage of that shared history. |
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