Is the storm over or will the clouds swell and grow and cover and rain?
We don’t get that much thunder on the Olympic Peninsula, so it’s always impressive when we do.
For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: thunderous.
Is the storm over or will the clouds swell and grow and cover and rain?
We don’t get that much thunder on the Olympic Peninsula, so it’s always impressive when we do.
For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: thunderous.
For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: flow.
I took this on Marrowstone Island. There are often remains of buildings or cars or engines or boats or docks. And which is this, do you think?
For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: concrete.
The Ragtag Daily Prompt today is referee. I might need one. A referee. Or a keeper.
Yesterday I went for a walk. No big deal, right? Except that I am still jet lagged from a trip and I had to stay an extra eight days because of I got (thankfully mild) covid and my muscles are still a bit weird.
I go with my friend J, who usually walks 16-20 miles on what he calls day hikes. We walk from my house to North Beach and then out North Beach nearly to Glass Beach. I bring water. He brings water and cliff bars. I eat one. We turn back. It is glorious and gorgeous and sunny and he is up visiting from Portland. We talk and talk.
I am pretty tired by the time we get to the parking lot and think, oh good. Then I remember: no, we walked from my house. Two more miles. I am trying not to limp by the time I home. He goes off to work some more and I crash on the couch.
After a bit I realize that I am not hungry and I feel peculiar and my legs hurt a lot. Uh-oh. I get up. I can’t remember the name of the muscle disorder, but I remember what it does. Seriously overdoing can cause muscle breakdown. This in turn can be very bad for the kidneys. I need fluids, right away. I mix 12 ounces of water with a little sugar and salt. Later I add bicarb, baking soda. It doesn’t taste either bad or good. I eat three dried apricots: potassium.
After 48 ounces of this and two hours, I start feeling a little better, and my kidneys start working again. My legs hurt less. I feed the cats and I still don’t want food. Ok, well, I won’t starve over night. More fluids and to sleep.
I finally have a little bit of an appetite this morning. Not much. I am tired and a bit sore but not like yesterday. Whew. I need a keeper.
you are angry you say
I don’t think those are the right words, I say
not angry? you say
bored, I say
BORED you say
Yeah, I say
Well, you say you don’t love me
You say you won’t change
You say you changed once, in the past
You say you won’t go in a church
You say you did that
You say you won’t go in a casino
You did that
I’m BORED
My first thought about the church
My first thought about the casino
Is that is clearly where I can go
If I want to avoid you
My second thought about the church
My second thought about the casino
is ICK. Why am I hanging around
someone who doesn’t love me
someone who doesn’t plan to change?
My sister and I talk
about the people who don’t change
about the people who remain the same
about the stubborn who bury their heads
We notice them shrinking
as the world changes around them
the things they are willing to do
the people they are willing to talk to
the places they are willing to go
get smaller and smaller and smaller
You dream of a small cabin in the wilderness
your brother shows up and an attacking bear
in another dream I am well and busy and happy
May all your dreams come true
my love
if you really want them to
I am well and busy and happy
are you?
__________
April 18, 2022
For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: sea lion.
The Ragtag Daily Prompt today is dishevel. If there is a dishevel, then there should be a shevel, too. Or would it be hevel? I think these crows look pretty sheveled and dapper.
Elucidate and cloud both slide off the tongue and share many letters. The cloud bank is so beautiful on the beach, but it also portends changing weather. Time to head home.
For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: elucidate.
Mysterious veins of quartz in granite. I am enjoying learning more about rocks as I hike the beaches for treasures.
For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: cavern.
Do you think the sea lions are talking to the Beloved? When they are on the rock with their heads tilted back, looking up?
Are they trying to feel the sun?
Do they have reflux and digest better this way?
Do you think the sea lions are talking to the Beloved?
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