Ant on Peony bud 

The horizon tonight for my constitutional

A Breeze, at Least

8:35 PM I am out on my constitutional walk in Kimbrook because I just couldn't seem to get going. There was just one more thing and one more thing I needed to do. And I wanted to go to the store, but it's either that or walk and I need to walk every day or I get sicker. So I’m walking and the store will have to wait.

That, as Keith says, is what they make tomorrow for. There never seem to be enough tomorrows, though.

The sky is a clear pale blue except along the horizon where there are billows of pale bright pink orange and grey clouds. There's a wonderful breeze, too. It's been uncomfortably hot all day and still is in my house.

The birds are singing, robins, singing for rain, and the wind rustles the tree leaves and turns them belly up. The lawns look summer parched.

I walk by a yard full of lovely tall day lilies, and another, and a grouping of trees that looks evocative and resonant to me, but there will probably be no pictures, because it is getting dark. The wheel of the year has turned toward winter, though the hottest days of summer may still be ahead, and probably are.

I must be getting old. I am tired of the heat of summer and the cold of winter, tired of sweating and freezing. I'm just plain tired and that may have a lot to do with it. I have very little energy left to do anything. Right now, what is given to me to do is to walk. And the breeze is cooling and delightful and the clouds are magnificent.

My hips hurt some, but not unbearably. I put one sandaled foot in front of the other and walk. I hear laughter coming from a backyard, a woman's laughter, and suddenly, I feel lonely. But last night, with Sara and Erin, I was yukking it up. So I should be OK.

The wind is so strong that leaves are blowing off the trees. It is exciting. I try to save my notes and the computer says the batteries are too low to save. This is a dangerous situation because I could lose my work and probably will. There is also something wrong with the back-up battery and when I take out the batteries to change them, everything unsaved disappears.

This was one of the longest 45 minutes I can remember—I was so relieved to finally get home.

9:34 PM I partially outwitted the Psion by PLUGGING it in, but it is virtually useless this way. I'm able to save, but since I could NOT write, there’s nothing much of value to save.

Usually, I try to write about the things observe and thing and maybe a poem or ntoes for a piece.