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Week 21

A map of my walks during the week. I will be playing with mapping as I go forward.

May 23, 2020

225.6 lbs

8:37 AM – Home

… rain starting to fall, the sound of it draining from roof to ground, splattering, continuous, soothing…

7:45 AM – Walking

… 2, 3 nights ago, there was a wasp in the bed, under the covers, stung me twice when i got in, grabbed it off my leg and threw it into the dark void of the room, kept thinking I should write this down, now i have…

7:33 AM – Walking

… a pickup truck pulls up, 4 teenage boys get out of the bed, no masks, no social distancing, they disperse, one drags his gear into the park, where have they been?, where are they going?…

7:11 AM – Walking

… run into R, we exchange greetings across the road, share gratitude that we seem well positioned to weather the pandemic…

6:24 AM – My Studio

a Brain Pickings article on writing environments and rituals…

6:14 AM – My Studio

… the triplets next door up and vocalizing, out for a walk with their dad i think, what will they remember from the pandemic?…

6:10 AM – My Studio

a book review by Jonathan Blaustein, i am more intrigued by his description of his Step Grandfather than the book, which he thinks flawed, about which i write: “The step grandfather description intrigued me, that there are people that some, even me, might consider tacky, misguided, and yet there is something about them that is utterly American, the glory and the rot at the center of it all.”, article saved in my common book so i can go back and find it later…

5:54 AM – My Studio

… exhausted yesterday, initially attributed to having drunk too much alcohol the night before, but it was more than that, perhaps the wear and tear of the pandemic, perhaps i am struggling, i don’t know, in bed at 8 PM, early, even for me… H was not happy, she felt abandoned… Fiona is in heat, Chas won’t leave her alone, poor fellow, neutered, can’t really complete nature’s mission, it hasn’t stopped him from noticing and instinctively trying, Fiona is tolerant, her back is wet from drool, the indignity and the glory of it…

5:21 AM – My Studio

… editing photographs from yesterday, a rock formation in Fishkill Creek seems the supine body of woman, above the knees to below the breasts, a crotch shot… not the first time i looked at the photograph, but the first time the figure of a woman presented itself to me, did i make the photograph with this attraction i was not conscious of?, hard to know, but now it seems obvious, there is even a tuft of green moss where pubic hair would be, sex is always on the mind, or rather submerged beneath the conscious mind, revealing itself intermittently as driver of life, intent, action…

May 22, 2020

5:43 AM – My Studio

… i thought to do some work on J’s website, but then said to my self, “no!, damn it!, the mornings, up to the middle of the day are mine for creative work, for my work, J will have to wait”… and so i happily do things that are about me, about my creativity, i changed my email signature to include Instagram, Tumblr and Facebook links, i reviewed my Feedly feed, i am now writing, as the light comes up outside, the birds sing or make a fuss, depending on kind of bird, cat comes up to remind me about his food, dogs and H sleep quietly… not feeling great this morning, sort of drugged, the pandemic has me consuming more wine at night, restless sleep, hungover in the morning… the political situation, the pandemic, a perfect storm of awful, the full awful yet to unfold, we are rafts on this raging sea, we hold on, trying to weather the storm, trying to survive, trying to have stories to tell when it is past…

May 21, 2020

226.6 lbs

8:26 AM – Memorial Park

… sitting in the shade of trees, a moment to release my back which gets stiff when i walk distances… i read an Heather Cox Richardson email H posted on FB, vile Cheeto-in-chief stirring up shit whenever he tweets… i make pictures according to what catches my eye, as themes emerge, i collect them together, focus on them… later on, some of them have meaning in the context of my life…

8:01 AM – Walking

… i am near the high school where i think it is strange to be next door to a prison…

6:05 AM – My Studio

… feeling a little annoyed that i am behind on photo processing and posting, will devote the day to getting caught up… garbage trucks coming down the street, got my garbage out in time, what is the sound they make?, i can’t think of a word or two for it, not a whine, but high pitched, rev’d up… we will head out to BI in a little over a week, should start getting ready, inertia about going but will probably be glad once there… work on garden progresses, another two self watering stock tank planters in progress, will complete them next week, using up a lot of wood that has been laying around for endless time… feels good to make progress…

May 20, 2019

225.4 lbs

7:27 AM – Walking

… ongoing thoughts about garden configuration… i love Tractor Supply, COVID19 retail done right, businesses must adapt to making people feel safe, those that won’t or can’t will perish… heron lifts off and flies away… woman walking dog ahead on the trail… crows harassing vulture… waiting for a rainy day so i can be more art focused… dodging down an alleyway to avoid non mask wearing person… watch a man using the mailbox, he leaves his mail dangling out to avoid touching the box itself…

May 19, 2020

226.2 lbs

1:11 PM – Lowes

… trying curbside pickup to see how it goes, lots of people grabbing carts, are they sanitizing them?, lots of masks, it seems most are doing just what’s required, are they sanitizing hands before carts?, after?, it looks a little pandemic chaotic… when I call to announce presence i am told they will be with me as soon as they can, i guess this does not mean quickly… some people with gloves, most without, two people chatting, not social distanced no mask on one… hoping everyone has hand sanitizer, guessing many do not… an hour of waiting, i give up, a number of others give up and go into the store to get what they came for, i did not, curb side should be curbside or you don’t get my business…

7:42 AM – Walking

… bald eagle flapping across the inlet, second time i have seen one in the last couple of weeks, we definitely have eagles in residence on Denning’s Point… birds singing, chattering, a heron croaks as it flies away over the water…

7:15 AM – Walking

… 8 people, 2 masks, 1 shirt pulled up, all social distancing, 6 men, 2 women

4:42 AM – My Studio

… managed to restrict myself to couple glasses of wine, got the dishes done last night, slept better, feel better this AM, will try for the same tonight… the vegetables are planted, need to acquire a few things to complete the planters, have decided we will set up a compost bin, we’ve never been very successful at that, maybe this time…

May 18, 2020

227.2 lbs

Made a fabulous salt cod and tomato sauce for pasta last night. Here is the recipe.

2:26 PM – My Studio

… from walk, to breakfast, to picking up plants from A’s house, to planting plants, to doing some carpentry, to doing some weed whacking, to lunch, to doing some more yard clean up, looking better every day, lots getting done, thinking I can use another four of the stock tank planters, possibly seven more, six footers, we will do over time…

Planted tomatoes and herbs. Kept hoping I would see them grow, like right before my eyes. Kept hoping for the magic of growth, rejuvenation. So many people creating or expanding food gardens, victory gardens, survival gardens. Insurance against food supply disruptions. Not having to sanitize produce, priceless.

8:45 AM – Home

… i sit down and realize i forgot to track my walk, f___ me, i will get in the habit, i will!…

8:07 AM – Walking

… waiting for H who has stopped to do some communication… a visit with A in her garden, properly social distanced, well, most of the time…

May 17, 2020

225.4 lbs

8:45 AM – Walking

… stranger, woman, anxious to talk, we exchange greetings, this is happening with increasing frequency, hello, anybody there?…

7:23 AM – Walking

… dead squirrel in the backyard, wondering if the dogs did it, hoping it is the one that was living in the garage…

6:23 AM – My Studio

… cool spring morning, birds singing… watched the national HS graduation, wanted a little more from Obama, but understood keeping it short and simple for HS students, wonder if the one billion watched… glad that Obama is getting back in the fray… more work in the garden today, food logistics, Instacart… unexplained rashes lately, is that a COVID symptom?, H too, she thinks insect bites, mine are not, just rashes, what could be triggering?… health worries, always health worries, is this a nervous reaction?… a tension reaction?… i like to think i have things well managed, maybe not… Fiona slept in our bed last night, two dog night, we used to have three dogs, then there were three dog nights… family zoom today, i look/don’t look forward, mostly it’s the things i have to do that bother me, when i get to them, it’s ok…

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