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Feeling directionless. \u00a0Not down, just aside from forward motion.<\/p>\n
Spent the weekend hands in the garden, planting beets, leeks, shallots, green onions, yellow onions, moving plant matter pruned or dug up by Kate. \u00a0That all feels good, the growing season again, seeds again, the sun again, the sky and the clouds again. \u00a0Pressing the beet seeds into the ground, placing the leek transplants tenderly against the trenches side, pushing the yellow onion sets into the sides of our side trap, like cloves in an orange. \u00a0All good.<\/p>\n
Still. \u00a0The book. \u00a0Not done. \u00a0The Sierra Club. \u00a0Not finished. \u00a0Tours disappointing. \u00a0Reimagining faith on a furlow after the push to get the Groveland presentation done. \u00a0Work with photoshop and inDesign still potential.<\/p>\n
Summer’s come and gone already. \u00a0Now it’s fall. \u00a0Hard freeze tonight. \u00a0Maybe spring will return next week and summer come the week after that but right now the weather seems directionless, too.<\/p>\n
Thought I had another two weeks before the bees came, but now the word is that they’ll be here on Saturday. \u00a0That means work during the week that I’d planned to do on the weekend. \u00a0That sort of thing.<\/p>\n
A sort of malaise.<\/p>\n
Maybe it’s that damn jockey trying to reclaim his seat.<\/p>\n
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