August 10, 2025

Less and less involved.

Less and less evolved.

It’s beautiful watching the plants in the garden grow each day. Incredible what a little water can do.

My mom says, “what you need most will start growing all around you.”

Sounds almost like an Ericaism, except a Cherylism.

I was about to trim the spent stalks off a succulent. Realized they’re hanging onto live baby succulents, roots included.

Like spider plants, shooting offspring out when they’re happy.

When my thoughts disappear I prefer the silence. Give them space to return to without excessive vibrations.

I really enjoy the quiet.

There’s a grace in solitude. There’s a grace.

At night I turn all-the-things red. Say it’s better for your circadians.

My grandmother had macular degeneration. You don’t come back from that.

They did a lot of surgeries on her eyes. Eventually the pupil was oblong. I don’t think the surgeons were very skilled.

She said she saw purple auras afterwards.

Sometimes she thought it was the spirit of her late husband.

She ran all the red lights. Even legally blind, she refused to give up her license.

It’s a good thing we lived in small Wisconsin towns.

Lemons in the hair.

I’m using an expensive knife as a fridge magnet these days. Keep these lists front and center.

“I hope to see you in my dreams.”

Baby tomatoes on the vine it seems.

Maybe I’ll give myself a bob this week, in the kitchen sink. It’s been since Hawaii, golly gee.

Work in progress…