Beltane\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Waxing Flower Moon<\/p>\n
A day in which I never found my center of action.\u00a0 Flitted from planting to the garage sale, dog feeding to nap, rounding up mint and ultrafine sugar for Kate’s Derby mint julep.<\/p>\n
I read for a hour and a half or so, Paul Fussel’s Class<\/span>, a book I remember from the 80’s.\u00a0 I read it then in an all black edition.\u00a0 Fussel has a pretty clear eye for class divisions in America.\u00a0 Worth the read, even if it is now a little dated.<\/p>\n Some days my life feels like today, without a center of action, pinging from this experience to the next.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Beltane\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Waxing Flower Moon A day in which I never found my center of action.\u00a0 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 … Continue reading No Center of Action<\/span>