I found while living outside the country nigh 3 years that getting from country to country left my energy reserves depleted and it took 3 days to recharge.

Last week we camped 3 days, spending Wed/Thur nights getting bad sleep on hard ground; Saturday spent the day inspecting our hive and harvesting the last of our honey from our bees; Sunday was Lady’s quatro-annual solstice/equinox reading; yesterday grocery shopping and chores; plus past 5 days stopped by twice a day to feed and play with friends’ cat, so there’s no 3 day recharging and I’m so below energy to the point where I fumble physically, make odd balance mistakes.

Also getting crabby constantly doing, seeing people, being on call. Give me 3 days downtime and I’ll be the fine friendly mutant we all know and try to put up with, but until then, best keep the fuck away.

The irony of my complaining about not enough sleep while the world deals with weather, war, greed, gods, class, color, hunger, hatred does not escape me.

Status Report 90

Sometimes wonder if she’s pay for past lies
but mostly wife’s sweet reward
for everything I’ve ever done right in life

Smith, 9.29.2015

toad alone

Status Report 89

Cricket cavalcade at bend in trail
where I stop
stare through weaving green at blue lake
sun sparkles dancing on waves
and piss on poison ivy.

Smith, 9.28.2015

Perry nuclear power plant: capitalistic poison ivy

XXII

so much depends
upon

a red wheel
barrow

glazed with rain
water

beside the white
chickens.

– William Carlos Williams, 1923

~ ~ ~

Out at the In-Laws 16

A bit of Williams nine decades down the road

their red wheelbarow wet with water
my white beegloves on the ground

but where are the chickens?

Smith, 9.27.2015

My computer was in the repair shop for 10 days for a busted fan.

Replacement fan came in 5 days after I dropped it off due to the weekend slowing things down, was put in, and the hard black plastic blades on the fan pulverized to dust when it was turned on. The manufacturer’s explanation – “Oh, that happens occasionally.” I’d like to pulverize their CEO then say”Sorry dude, i do that sometimes, no biggie.”

We camped two nights at Erie Bluffs in the Lake County Metro Parks at Perry (where our closest nuclear plant is). This section of the park has but a single campsite. It resides on a bluff a hundred or so feet high on the shore overlooking Lake Erie. On our last morning there, we were sitting at the fire looking out over the lake when we saw our first flying bald eagle just above our line of sight close enough to see detail. When Lady went running I sat and watched and saw it up close twice more.

Campsite cost us $20 a night because we’re out of county . . . in county is $10 per night. And the park supplies firewood.

Status Report 88

I wish on falling leave

for what’s left of long ago

for leaf of living tree

– Smith, 9.26.2015