Magic summer evening where nothing is more immediate than the robin’s-egg sky, the white clouds, the warm breeze and the multi-hued horizon where the sun is diving down through whitened blue into rainbow layers of light. A beetle busily crosses the path and a caterpillar moseys along a leaf. Peacock butterflies flit nearby as you head into the over-arching greenness of the snail trail tunnel. The lawnmower is singing in the backyard, scything down the purple and white clover sprinkled over the lawn, and once in awhile a pheasant ratchets a high note harmony.<\/p>\n
Martin is on the phone with my mom. Karin already talked to her, after we serenaded her with the Swedish birthday song, and then raced out into the light-suffused evening hours to find a friend to play with before bath-time falls due. It’s my mom’s birthday: Happy Birthday Lizardmom!<\/b> Here’s to many, many MANY more. I love you \ud83d\ude42<\/p>\n
Verdict from the doctor’s visit: nothing at all to worry about, though they did take a biopsy and I’ll have the final results next week. So that started my day off right.<\/p>\n
I feel like I’ve lost the writing touch. Everything that tumbles out feels trite and over-thought, as if I were thumped on the head and can only cough up generalities, mundanities, blabbity blah. Perhaps I need a creative writing class, assignments, a deadline or two. Even trying to write every day (more or less), doesn’t seem to be doing the trick. I persevere.<\/p>\n
Karin wants to clothes-shop online, so time’s up here!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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