Fall Harvest Moon
The hermitic existence of the last few weeks ends tomorrow with my first tour in almost a month. I’m still not sure what to do about the MIA, both wanting to be with the art and to be at home with my writing. It’ll become clear to me at some point.
Fall Harvest Moon
Worked on revising Missing this am, then went out with my retired spouse to the local CVS, into the minute clinic and we got our flu shots. A real treat. I don’t use them for anything else, but for getting a flu shot, the minute clinics are perfect.
Our dwarf lilac (now huge) has dropped all of its leaves though most trees and shrubs continue to hang to at least a few. The only other with no leaves at all is the ash in the vegetable garden. It feels like November, or an old-fashioned October.
When we went out today, there scallop shell cirrus high in a blue blue sky, a bright sun and various shades of red and orange all round, reflected back to us from Round Lake. A northern fall day. Just right.
Fall Harvest Moon
Must still be healing. Slept 9 + hours last night with nary a peep till morning. Had a dream at the last about finding a job at the city or county level in economic and community development. A guy who asked questions about it had made a clever three-d map of some area I’ve visited a lot in my dreams. When asked what one structure was, he said, “Oh, that’s Stirling Bridge*.” We then spent a while trying to figure out just where it was. It opened out on Highway 25, just about where I thought. Where ever that is.
*OK. This is weird. I put Stirling Bridge in Google, just to check. And there it is. In fact I’ve been across it on our honeymoon while riding the train to Inverness.
The Battle of Stirling Bridge was a battle of the First War of Scottish Independence. On 11 September 1297, the forces of Andrew Moray and William Wallace defeated the combined English forces of John de Warenne, 6th Earl of Surrey and Hugh de Cressingham near Stirling, on the River Forth.