Highlighter Poetry

Coherence is an entire region.

Thus all lie.

Two intersections that lie inside for visibility in performance introduce only one new observation.

Remembering built order.

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Change. How? Why?

Entities exploring gaps practically center unsatisfactory biochemistry 

by habit.

Rush, Then Crash

Update: my teeth continued to chatter until we got to Dublin. We're home now. Cozy despite a heatwave. I return to work tomorrow and am not ready to write about it all. Tomorrow we call the gutter guy because we're convinced that the crows filled our gutters, and El Nino is on its way.

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The crows continued to smite our house with acorns in their beaks. We left the house to get allll of the vaccinations (RSV, Covid, Flu).

Then I got a mani pedi, because my hands were shameful. Then up to the jewelry store to get a new watch battery and a replacement clasp for my precious question mark necklace. It will be in good hands while we are away. And my Timex Indiglo now shines more brightly at night.

Then to the rice triangle store for some grub. And then folding laundry and selecting garments for our trip.

Last night was grim. Every part of my body hurt. Lightning bolts to the muscles. Joints sore. I got up to use the bathroom and my teeth were chattering. I found an electric blanket in the closet and that helped quite a bit, but my mantra of moaning, punctuated with "I hate everything" was my constant companion. I still feel sore and wrung out, but much better.

It's grey and windy today. The crows came back. I am clean. Gathering my items for our trip tomorrow.

I like vacation very much.

Bird Party

There we were minding our business, probably talking about our trip, when an unexpected knocking started up. It sounded as if someone was trapped and knocking to get out, or in, or??? Mrguy went to investigate. He could see the shadow of bird wings through the skylight. It was a full-on bird party. But it sounded as if raccoons were wrestling up there.

I went outside and there were crows on the roof. Crows in the oak trees cawing like crazy. And hundreds of little acorns were raining down in the front yard. Up above, they were flying high, then dropping headfirst while spinning down, then back up. Mrguy says that they were dropping their acorns and then catching them again in the air.

Occasionally you'd hear them rattle.

They've moved off to other areas, but they are so satisfying to hear. A grey, foggy day and a bird party is a beautiful thing.

Oh wait! They're back. Knocking. It made me think that the Jehovas are at the front door. They're trying to break open the acorns on the roof.

Surrealist Cat Painting

This lovely painting was the subject of my obsession for a few weeks. It's a real surrealist painting from 1940 by Dorr Bothwell, who was super interesting. She even had an oral history in the Archives of American Art.

There was lots of interest in the painting, and when it went up for auction the final price was $16,000. I was never going to pay 16 Gs for a painting of a seal point siamese emerging from a conch shell.

So I asked AI to replace the cat with a flame point.

It looks amazing, and I am so happy.