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All day. \u00a0A thought comes. \u00a0A sigh, hoping to delve into, oh, say, renaissance humanism. \u00a0Dive in and just stay there until all there is to absorb crawls inside my skin and remains. \u00a0Or, maybe Romania. \u00a0Wondering just how the Slavic countries ended up north and south of Romania-Hungary-Austria. \u00a0Here’s another part of the world about which I know almost nothing.<\/p>\n
Later, watching Kate, seeing her sinking back into a life without paid work, a sense of relaxation, of being at home. \u00a0At last.<\/p>\n
Looking at the Google art. \u00a0A kris. \u00a0A southeast Asia blade with a wavy, not straight edge. \u00a0Indonesia. \u00a0Again, a country with a population comparable to the US and lots of islands, but, again, not much is in my head about it. \u00a0A little. \u00a0Bali. \u00a0Krakatoa. \u00a0Suharto. \u00a0My god, it has 17508 islands.<\/p>\n
Lyndon Johnson. \u00a0In the first volume of Robert Caro’s four volume (so far) biography. \u00a0He dominates, pushes, acts out against his parents. \u00a0The hill country of texas. \u00a0A difficult place, a trap for the unwary. \u00a0Most of the people who lived there.<\/p>\n
The dogs. \u00a0At the vet. \u00a018 years to the same vet. \u00a0Many dogs, all panting, all nervous. \u00a0Rigel, Vega and Kona today. \u00a0Rigel and Vega, sweet dogs. \u00a0Kona more aloof. \u00a0A grand dame.<\/p>\n
Irrigation overhead busted in the southern vegetable garden. \u00a0Pulled loose from the pcv that feeds it water. \u00a0Have to fix it. \u00a0Plant more collards and beets. \u00a0I’ve touched most of the plants here, memories. \u00a0Buying them at Green Barn. \u00a0Digging a spot for them. \u00a0Pouring water on them. \u00a0Over the years, 18, lots of plants, thousands. \u00a0One at a time. \u00a0In the soil. \u00a0Maybe pick it up and move it or divide it. \u00a0That sense of a deep, long connection.<\/p>\n
Dream of the Red Chamber. \u00a0Chinese literature, the third classic of the four major ones. \u00a0Romance of the Three Kingdoms. \u00a0Monkeys Journey to the West. Sinking into the\u00a0rhythms\u00a0of another culture. \u00a0Reading it on the Kindle. \u00a0Odd juxtaposition of past and present.<\/p>\n
original by Ivan Walsh)<\/p>\n
Now, tired. \u00a0Smelling the lilacs Kate brought me. \u00a0Thinking of sleep.<\/p>\n
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