This is a vine crawling over the fence surrounding one of the local community gardens this morning. The blue plums are ripening and the jujube fruit across the street. I haven’t seen any figs but hear that they are ripening as well but these are passion fruit. Who knew?
We just made it through two days of rain, so good both for the fires and the air quality.
Sadly, after weeks of preparation and notifying all the retreatants, the fires in Colorado have passed through the Shambhala Center there. Apparently at least some of the buildings are still standing.
We all know change is inevitable, but it is still difficult to absorb and adapt to.
Yesterday we had the highest daily count of Covid-19 cases since we first found out about it. Pretty darn discouraging 6½ months out. Prayer circles, a sewing group, campus get-togethers and parties, and an employer sponsored Labor Day party. Oh, and a workplace outbreak at a seafood packing plant.
Excuse me, I don’t want to get this thing, it is not over yet…
Over the last couple of days, I’ve watched and explored the exercises in an almost 4-hour course on arthritis in yoga. It was a bit more focused on how not to create the conditions for it while doing more traditional yoga that is a little more active than I teach but not more active than I do.
Diego had another bad day; it evens out to about once a week now. This time he threw up all over my yoga notes. He’s never done that before.
Apparently, bleach is still difficult to find. It is crazy, people must be hoarding it. I am preparing for my cleaning extravaganza that starts towards the end of next week. I did a delivery grocery order yesterday that was frustrating. It is so hit and miss with Instacart. Sometimes they are perfect, sometimes they are overly helpful and sometimes like yesterday the shoppers make what seems like random choices for substitutions that I specifically didn’t ask for. No, mocha latte protein drink is not the same as dark chocolate.
With the world, and the country I live in coming unglued I feel a bit like an entitled princess expressing an opinion about things like this, but it is what it is.
At least here the smoke is gone, and we can go out.
Of course, out there locally are Proud Boys demonstrating without a permit screaming that the Black Lives Matter and protestors against systemic racism are not allowed to peacefully express their concern and outrage while it is their 1st Amendment right to do so.
The last of the rain put a bit of a much-needed damper on all of that.
Mrs. Sherlock and Charity and Frieda and I are all planning a walk together tomorrow morning. I hope I can show them the passion fruit.
In the meantime, I have the new Louise Penny mystery to read. It starts in the Rodin museum garden in Paris. I have been trying to figure out why I didn’t go there when I was wandering around on my own. Maybe it wasn’t open when I was there.
At least that will remain a mystery.
Do you ever have days where you wonder if this is what the end of the world feels like? Full of huge scary crazy making things, and the smallest annoyances, the mundane obligations and encroaching feelings of lack of any sense of agency or control.
Where does one put one’s attention?
How does one keep sane?
Last updated September 26, 2020