Beltane Waxing Flower Moon
A day in which I never found my center of action. Flitted from planting to the garage sale, dog feeding to nap, rounding up mint and ultrafine sugar for Kate’s Derby mint julep.
I read for a hour and a half or so, Paul Fussel’s Class, a book I remember from the 80’s. I read it then in an all black edition. Fussel has a pretty clear eye for class divisions in America. Worth the read, even if it is now a little dated.
Some days my life feels like today, without a center of action, pinging from this experience to the next.
