Rain Barrel Days

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Silver Beach

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What To My Wondering Eyes Should Appear

The Koi in our rain barrel are a mite shy, staying down low, deep beneath the surface, until it happens to rain. Then the water ripples and four golden, swirling fish spiral air-side to sample the duckweed. Or check the forecast. I don't know. I rarely feed them. Their job is to keep the mosquito larvae under control. In between showers I often wonder if they've starved to death or succumbed to the heat, in general whether they're still alive. Apparently they're doing fine. This morning eight fish came swirling, four 1-inch darklings from the four 5-inch golds.

Battlefields

There's something to be said for a little battling in the extremes. Gene prefers his battles to be fought in the winter at 10 degrees with a snow shovel. Bah. I'm more of a summertime, goat shit-shoveling battlefield girl. When our engagements with nature are over, he builds a fire, I spray myself off with a garden hose.

Heat & Memories of Heat

It's 9:00 p.m. and 90 degrees here in Indiana.

I'm steeping sangrias. No one wants to move.

I'm doing a little scanning in the comfort of air conditioning.

This is me oceanside, in all my blurry glory.

I imagine I was about 13.

It must have been hot then, too.

Signs & Symptoms

Q. Is pain a sign or a symptom?
A. Pain is purely subjective. So it has to be a symptom. It cannot be a sign. A sign is what a physician sees.

Full Immersion

I've been in the full family & friends immersion program for the past week, a funeral, a wedding, a first birthday party, a trip to the dunes. Solitude and I are now dating, on the sly. I dig his beaches, the shifting sand.

In the meantime, though, interrupture has taken The South Shore. The next issue will be out in the fall. Check it out.

Passing Time

Grandpa Rex Anderson @ Jo's graduation party June 2009

March 18, 1925-July 6, 2011