My nerve. The line. Tight. On for dear life. Court. A seance. An exorcism. The ball. Space. Pattern. Steady. My tongue.
There is so much drama and wild energy swirling around. Stay steady. Steady as a log.
The day after I dreamt about the triangle / pyramid rock that turned into the head of a duck, I was walking out at Rainbow Beach when I saw a dead Merganser Duck on the sand. Then the next day there was an article about many dead Mergansers all along our lakefront.
I made my grandmother’s rice pilaf and some chicken seasoned with sumac on the grill pan. I’m watching mysteries that I’ve seen over and over. Murder in Provence and the like. There is heat coming up and a storm brewing outside. I will go to sleep early and begin again tomorrow.
Spinster Life 