Today was a very sad for our country. An “insurrection” breached the U.S. Capitol which was eventually repulsed.
We had a very good rain On Monday. Yesterday I walked to the river. It rained again today.
Last few weeks I watched chess tournaments on line. During the last a few days I started to play chess with a friend.
I have a hard time writing poetry recently.
I walked to the river yesterday and today.
A gift of will and grace.
Our table is full of gratitude.
Happy Thanksgiving Day.
note: Thanksgiving day is tomorrow.
I feel good again. I resume walking today. A beautiful day.
The photos of today are from my mobile phone during my walk .
The sky is blue. The air quality is good. The white egret is back and stays with the fishermen.
The flowers are blooming. I have my shadow selfie.
The walk is invigorating. It beats the pandemic isolation.
It’s Friday and a very warm day. At the moment it’s 100 F degrees. I went to our county library to pick up a book this morning when it was only 85 degrees.
Afterwards I went to the promenade along the riverfront. On my return walk I passed through the hotel corridor leading to the 2 restaurants in the hotel complex.
I took a few photos of fresh and dried hydrangeas and few other things.
A bird and my shadow may seem near but far apart
one perches on a fence, the other verges on another
The sun smiles on us.
We are surrounded by wild fires for several days started by thousands of lightning strikes. Air quality was poor for a few days because of the smoke.
I have been walking every day since Saturday except yesterday.
I am happy to see the heron is back.
Note: Books I finished reading: Bell by Iris Murdoch and Dante’s Divine Comedy (Inferno) translated by Hollander and Hollander.
Walking steps you to the future
like butterfly stories that spur conversation
greeting each bend with anticipation
The challenge of routine, increasing strength
of repetition, the practice
like contentment of a simple life
You will tread paths of regrets and sadness
riverbed exposed, colors of trees changed
when survival is perilous.
The future belongs to you
Don’t be afraid.
I felt content like a girl who danced on the first day of summer.
Walking to the river when the day’s temperature is 85 I saw 3 butterflies flying, the white heron resting on a rock on the river bank with only one fisherman braving the heat.
I walked with frequent stops under shades provided by trees. A cool breeze made my walk enjoyable without soaking in sweats.
I finished my 2-mile loop without suffering from heat exhaustion. Shortly after I arrived home Mrs. Abstract arrived from her aquatic exercises from her friend’s pool. We fulfilled our daily routine.
Note: Mrs. Abstract had a zoom-meeting with the walker’s group from the Women Guild this afternoon. I had my zoom-meeting with the NV Writers this evening. This coming Saturday I will have a virtual discussion in my Book Club. She will have a zoom-meeting of her college friends (6 of them) on Sunday. They meet virtually every two Sundays since the Cobid. They have a yearly reunion.
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