Tuesday, the first.

 

Hurray for the Rhododendron

 

The Pontic Rhododendron, color aquatint, Peter Charles Henderson, early 19th century.

Dear Shrubbery,

Here is your song for today!  It's a great favorite of mine; I often wonder what it would mean to turn my back on the mainland, and what it will take to carry on.

your girl friday

 

Cyndi Lauper's new women's rights and health fund.

Dear Friday,

Your girl is Cyndi!  And, guess what else?  You are the dance party day, even in Fall!  Here are your dance tracks for today:  One, two, & three.

soap slivers

 

1600 Days.

 

Dear Skates and Skaters,

I sprained my ankle, and it has been a hilarious and very short daily skate for the past few weeks.  The first day I don't think I rolled more than 8 feet out and then back!  I shoved my hugely swollen foot into the boot with the laces as loose as possible, and shambled painfully up and out, with the help of my paramour.  By day nine I was rolling on my own, but, never far and never well.  It's feels like going back in time, to when I first tried skating- it's awkward, and clumsy, robotic and stuttering.  

You should know that I did not sprain my ankle skating- I was just walking, like everybody does, minding my own business.  It was a bolt from out of the blue.

If your ankle is not sprained, I hope you will go out and try roller skating!  Here's a great first lesson for you.  If your ankle is sprained, well, do be careful, stay off your foot, and maybe watch this video and fantasize about which color of beautiful light up wheels you might want to get!

how it is

 

Sidereal Angle Clock movement

Dear The Past,

Of course I still love you!  It's just that, well, The Future keeps on calling all the time, and he offered to pay for dinner, so, well, I said yes!  Wouldn't you have?

I know, I have a lot of explaining to do.  It's just that there are all these new things, you know?  And, I never did look that good in orange, and, yes, I know, it's just superficial, and all is passing, but, I don't always want to be the person I was!  I don't see why I have to keep on going like this, just because you want me to.  And anyway, The Present doesn't agree with either of you, so, I figure it's time I lived my own life.

I suppose you aren't going to want to see me anymore, and I guess I understand that; but what we had was special, it was real, and I used to love you, I really did!  But, now I just feel trapped by you and threatened by your size.  

I know you are going to feel hurt by this, and I am sorry, I really am; it's not you, it's me!

tar seeps