having to go outside to warm up on a 90+ degree day.
the man walking north in the southbound lane, while pushing a shopping cart, at 4:20 p.m. he was wearing a red shirt.
listening to a podcast with Yvon Chouinard. He was talking about how he fished for a year with one fly on a tenkara rod and caught all different kinds of fish. One fly, no reel.
Observations 6.11.2020
the cool morning temperature, 55 degrees F.
Dixie not feeling well the past day.
Reading a beautiful poem on the cover of the New York Times Book Review, by Claudia Rankine, titled “Weather”.
Listening to an album recommended to me by my brother, Jonathan, Delta Deep, and loving it.
Observations 6.4.2020
supper with Tammy at Boomer lake next to the water under the tree branches behind the tall grass.
watching Tammy rub Dixie while sitting on the couch.
feeling the first Oklahoma summer heat and humidity this afternoon.
Observations 6.2.2020
we all need to smile more
Read about Wallace Stegner in the NYT, an often over looked, under read American writer.
a grilled supper made by Tammy
listened to RJ Young on KOSU audio diaries – Mr Young, a millineal man in Tulsa, OK, talked about how even during a pandemic, the greatest threat to his health is racism, not Covid-19.
Observations 5.28.20
laughing watching Kim’s Convenience on Netflix
feeling a sentimental sadness while cutting up my Southwest credit card
Driving home in the rain
Observations 5.27.2020
ducklings and goslings swimming at Boomer
A mockingbird eating a worm while sitting on a tree branch
Watching the Tweedy family on IG live last night
Tammy getting her father’s cremation finalized
I Do Not Speak by Stevie Smith
I do not ask for mercy for understanding for peace
And in these heavy days I do not ask for release
I do not ask that suffering shall cease
I do not pray to God to let me die
To give an ear attentive to my cry
To pause in his marching and not hurry by
I do not ask for anything I do not speak
I do not question and I do not seek
I used to in the day when I was weak
Now I am strong and lapped in sorrow
As in a coat of magic mail and borrow
For Time today and care not for tomorrow
