Wow! My spider who has set up just outside my desk window and right by the hummingbird feeder, has such a beautiful web! It is raining today and she is hanging out in the center. She did not move when I went out to take pictures.
She is enjoying the flies and bees attracted to the feeder. I watched her wrap two up the other day. Does she stash them somewhere? The web was down the next day and I was afraid she was gone, but she is back up today.
Some people find spiders beastly but I like them. As long as they aren’t the deadly sort and don’t bite me.
My non-native maple, tipped by the sun, but also just starting to change colors. This is my second lot, the wild lot, where the deer often bed down at night. We have two families coming through. A doe with a younger doe and a pair of twins who have lost their spots, and another doe with some younger twins. We have a three point buck with one deformed and broken horn, and I had a young spike in my yard the other day. Looking polished and sharp, too. I kept my distance.
The cats are a bit cautious with the deer. Here is Elwha. He is checking that I am still there and that it’s still safe. This was taken in August.
Here is Sol Duc, checking out a buck, also in August.
Party last night, Barbecue at the Port of Port Townsend, and it was lots of fun. I missed the first couple of bands, but arrived for this one.
The stage is not one but two nested travellifts! How cool is that? Full moon, there was a rainbow and beautiful sunset that I missed, and there was food with three choices. They were out by the time I got there. It got prettier and prettier in the dark.
And heading home, many boats are lit up and beautiful.
The word tethered makes me think of the year and a half on oxygen. I had a standing concentrator for in the house. This means that I have oxygen tubing following me on three floors. I had to have connectors and I got caught on everything. I tripped over it. I wondered why it wasn’t helping and discovered the tubing was unplugged. The kittens chewed holes in it.
The sea plants are tethered too, to rocks, to grow up from the deep. I think this looks like a distressed stranded mermaid. Poor thing, her rock, her foundation has been thrown on shore by a storm. She can’t get home. I took this in May 2021, when I was still on continuous oxygen.
On the day my daughter and I explored two Florence gardens, I tripped. I did not knock myself out, nor my teeth, but I scraped both knees a little and bruised both palms.
I fell on gravel. Can you tell? I held lots of pressure on the knees first, and then palms together. Less bruising with pressure because the bleeding stops sooner. I still had these nice gravel prints on the photographs taken the next day. I was looking at the garden and did not see a ridge to divert rain and fell quite hard. I rolled and did not break a wrist, which is nice. After that, my daughter warned me when she thought the ground was rough and I was looking up too much. “No texting while walking, mom.”
The cobblestones could be rough too.
And this garden sculpture is not watching his feet either.
This one might not need to, since he looks like he’ll be airborne.
Happily, I did not fall down any steps nor with my big pack on.
The Ragtag Daily Prompt is latibule: a place where you feel safe and cosy. I was going to say my house, but I wrote this poem near the end of my stay in Italy. My latibule is my mind. The poem is named Guide.
Guide
I want to write a travel guide
To the interior
No matter where I am
nor who I am with
nor what the circumstance
Ok, in a disaster or crisis I act
I don’t withdraw
But barring that
What does your space look like inside?
My interior is a garden And an ocean And the universe Monsters, angels, demons, daemons Friends Many dead People remembered and loved Even if they don’t love me Even if there is no reconciliation Flowers birds insects science sex philosophy A universe of stars and math Tiny atoms, shy electrons circle protons Whirl happily at the atomic level Nebulae and black holes Other worlds and beings Of course there are other beings In this wide universe
I am riding on a train in Italy And traveling my vast interior At the same time.
Written September 10, 2023. The photograph is from a friend’s doll house.
The Ragtag Daily Prompt is traipse. I looked up Tiny Tim’s Tiptoe through the Tulips, but I don’t want to post it. So instead, another Peter and Lou Berryman. I saw them live while I was in college at UW in Madison, Wisconsin. Once I got my MD, I can especially enjoy the chorus about Dr. O.
And yesterday I really enjoyed watching the Osiris land. How exciting! Gravel from Bennu, the asteroid! Space and science geeks are high as kites, me included!
My photograph is from the Vatican Museum. Look at that ceiling, they were space geeks too.
Let’s traipse to Wisconsin, hop on Dr. Otto’s rocket ship and find out what Martians drink and when they close the bars.
At a clinic visit this week the Medical Assistant screens me. “Are you sexually active?”
I say, “Um, what do you mean?”
“Are you sexually active?”
“Um, I do not have a partner.” By now, I really want to laugh.
She still looks confused. “You are not sexually active.”
“Ok.” I try not to giggle. Apparently her question series does not cover um, solo sexual activity and I resist telling her about the downtown sexual health and toy store. The new multispeed, multipattern suction toys are, well, enlightening and INSPIRING and EXPLOSIVE.. Or, um, something. Snort.
Let’s just study the dome. This is from Venice and tells the story of Adam and Eve.
I have sent a message to my physician saying that they may want to rephrase the questions. “Do you have any sexual partners?” would be more enlightening as far as sexually transmitted disease risk. Heh. The whole thing cracked me up. My blood pressure was still 108 over 70. Ha, so there, heart disease. My English/Scots father’s family is adapted to tobacco and alcohol and my father ran a low blood pressure even with 55 years of unfiltered Camels in his lungs.
Heh.
For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: dome. This is the Basilica San Marcos, which has multiple domes. This one tells the story of Adam and Eve. I now want to paint one of my ceilings. The bathrooms have too much moisture. I suspect this will not enthuse future realtors.
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