Thursday, September 17, 2015

9.17.15 The soft billowy evening wind


After spending the day cleaning up a bit, writing a bit,  paperwork to sell online the wonderful products I sold in my practice all these years; after repotting some of the zillion houseplants still happily outside, to lug in, to give for the most part to my too-excited-to-stand-still-go-figure-daughter, with all the rest rest resting in between, and then the napping in between the obligatory restings, we had the meandering outside with the pup to explore possible rabbit and squirrel and mouse burrows and suspiciously quaking-in-the-breeze mile high Goldenrod. After the dinner was begun and the beloved came home from work and rested on the BioMat and then took 1,000 supplements and liquids and pellets and all, why he went off to Crossfit to umph and ooph with all his friends there, while I wandered down the road to say how ya to the end of the day in these parts, to gaze upon what sort of fine finish we have been given in these hours of dusk and humming crickets and soft billowy evening wind.

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