Lichens and mosses are amazing.
For Cee’s Flower of the Day.
Lichens and mosses are amazing.
For Cee’s Flower of the Day.
The Killer Whale Mountain Bike team racing, a club team, in 2015.

For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: drive.
Downtown on Halloween.
For Cee’s Flower of the Day.
Water as a boundary, a moving boundary. The beach changes every day with every tide. Sometimes the water seems to arrange the rocks by size. Then the next day, the rocks seem to have disappeared.

For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: boundary.
I am listening to the Offspring today. Because I have a friend who is not behaving like a friend.
It is what people do that matters, not what they say. They can say they are my friend all they want, but if they treat me badly, I will walk.
The Offspring are fabulous for defiance. Though I need to change the genders on this one.
And not only that: they are fighting opioid overdoses and death:
Bravo, Offspring. Blessings and peace you.
Chetzemoka Park last week.
For Cee’s Flower of the Day.
I try to be so gentle with you
trauma drama boy
I know just what it’s like
though mine is not the same as yours
you run away, though
again and again
saying that you would never try
to hurt me ever
that is a shut down
really
since you disavow all intention of hurting
you do whatever you want
your attitude is that if I am hurt or sad
it’s my own fault
you take no responsibility for failures
as a friend
trauma drama boy, you run away
once more
and this time
I’ve had enough
This time
I let you go
Beloved bless you and keep you
for the days you have left
sending love
goodbye
My daughter got the elephant in the mail yesterday.
She called me, very happy with it. “It has a TAIL! It matches the pillowcase. I love the fishy fabric.”
The back story is that when she was a baby, her father’s mother made her a pillow. It had two pockets. In the pockets were four small stuffed toys. Her older brother has one too. The toys were not exactly the same. Hers had an elephant.
When she got sick earlier this year, I start sending her care packages. I send the pillow with three of the stuffed toys. However, I don’t find the elephant.
She loves it but asks, “Where’s the elephant?”
“I’m still looking.” The elephant is pink, with fabric ears that are different from the body. I find it! She is coming here for a month, so I don’t mail it. She is very pleased with the elephant.
It goes AWOL before she flies back to work. “Check the tent, mom.” She stayed in the tent in the back yard with two of her friends. I take the tent apart. No elephant. I check the sleeping bags. I sweep under her bed and search the house. As my daughter says, my house has a lot of hiding places and the cats like the elephant too. No elephant.
So for her birthday I make one. I remember how it looks and I make it while watching some continuing medical education. It’s easier to hand stitch than to get out the machine. I have to buy a large bag of stuffing, because the store downtown only has one size. Never mind, maybe I will make more elephants.
I made her a pillowcase last year, with the whale/mermaid fabric and the fish. So the elephant matches.
And she likes it! Hooray!
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My daughter says I can’t make clothes for her, but pillowcases and elephants are great! A breakthrough!
For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: breakthrough.
You are silent.
I try a little more but I am tired. I am tired of drama, trauma drama. I dream and dream and dream. I dream that my ex touches a live bat. The bat changes in my dream, from a tiny brown nose bat to a huge fox bat with fur and stripes. It is unconscious.
“Don’t touch it! You touched it! Now we have to take it to the Health Department!” I am eyeing the bat and thinking of throwing something over it. A container. It’s huge.
My ex laughs. “No we don’t.”
“Yes we do! Rabies! It could have rabies! If we don’t take it in, you’ll need rabies shots!” Poor bat, I think, it will be killed to test for rabies.
My ex keeps laughing. “I’m not going to be tested, I won’t have shots, and the bat is fine!”
“WHAT!” I say, “No, you could die!”
I wake up. What was that dream about? Oh. It’s about you, refusing to test for Covid after being exposed. You said you would hike with me. “Not if you won’t test,” I say, “I can’t afford to get Covid again, I can’t be around you for 15 days if you won’t test.”
And you go silent.
And I try a little more and I let go. You will have to break the silence if you plan to keep your promises. Will you or won’t you? I am supposed to trust you. But people say trust me, and then sometimes they are drunk, and lying, and you can’t trust them. “I will never hurt you,” is a lie. Try this instead: “I will try not to hurt you and I will listen if you feel hurt.” And change, maybe?
Maybe.
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Dreams are funny. Fox bats ARE the largest bats in the world, but they do not have stripes: https://allthatsinteresting.com/giant-golden-crowned-flying-fox.
The tree colors this year have been amazing! I think it is because the rain started late. I hope all the trees survive. I watered mine and thanked them and said I hoped they would stay. I say “mine” but I just live here. The trees were here before me and I hope after as well.
For Cee’s Flower of the Day.
BLIND WILDERNESS
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