Today's Wind: sultry, fickle, and a bit pushy The Poop Loop There is this section of my walk that is a loop .....it is a big loop with lots of poop. It's a combo of big and little dog poop and, depending upon migratory season, lots and lots of green goose poop. There's a big burgundy pile of of dog poop that's been pancaked down and that old devilish wind blew a strong gust in my direction that made me stumble to the left a little. My feet could easily have encountered the pile like a smelly wad of bacteria laden bubble gum, but I was stronger than that Zephyr and I held my fist to his invisible lips and popped him one with a quick Ok finger thump. I do love, though, how that crooning wind whips my hair about my jaw and lips and neck. I like to imagine my locks become Gorgonified in these microseconds as they cobra themselves up for a stretching giggle. He is a ghost, the wind. Maybe he'd braid some of my messy mane as I shuffle round on the crumbling asphalt.

lovely 2 days off. got a brief sensualation of having alll that luscious time off before. farting and putzing, and it's ok it's not ok. I'm making myself be ok. I do not like to bothered with people unless I feel like it. and everyone is this way. but the ones who are happy make themselves deal. I am not happy. just yet.

eaten alive today. it's this panicky thing that kicks in. those mother fuckers won't stop. so, it will be low and not jovial and not fun for a while. too bad they are too stupid to accept love

Watched 10,000 bc on History. Paleo-Indians came to North America. Camels evolved here, but migrated to the Middle East. I thought that was very interesting. I guess CroMagnon and Neanderthal were European men. I always wonder about the evolution of our minds and how the planet seems to mirror (or do we?) mans' current brain capacity. Life was amoebic and soupy then viral, mitochondraichal (just invented that fabulousness) amphib reptilian avian mammalian synchronicity with the mother but mama gets pissed, too

Beautiful day of 4th grade girls in pink layered dresses and coiffed hair with little bows. Dancing in the hot cafeteria that smelled like pickles. even my mean and angry boys secretly gave me homemade cards (one in which I was referred to as the Queen of everything by a very challenging young man) we ate and ate and ate cupcakes we wrote about pets that talk created algebraic equations for problems to do with mL in an experiment and I had an epiphany that Expository and Narrative writing only differ in verb tense. T'was a lovely day. Now my family and I will go eat quesadillas with jalapenos and sour cream. Very very lovely day.

tired and when I'm tired I don't handle things well no epiphanies, no beauty today (I'm wrong. There was beauty in talking about simplifying fractions with Raymond, the Sudanese babies, and Makayla P....It felt very nice) my children got their Valentines ready. I'm not excited about Valentines, but I've always loved it. would love to never worry about love, never feel like it's necessary again. Become enamored of my struggles to be better. but if the face is lovely, and the shoulders are broad, and the looks are long, it's hard to remember anything else.

Didn't wake to walk........and it was delicious. Better day. kids weren't AS rude. I love finding moments to appreciate the beauty in mundane society. today, through gray light (apocalyptic foreshadowing) and angled wiper clarity, I enjoyed the spider eye arrangement of the tail lights on a dump truck. They stood out so beautifully against the brown caked truck rear. they lit-up a 3x4 portion of my visual reference for commuter protocol.