July 5, 2003

• Holiday at home

  
  

  I missed my regular Tuesday night meeting in Wasilla, was just too tired to drive in there that day.  There is another one on Thursday nights, and I’m committed to chair one every Friday afternoon.  Thinking I’d catch that Thursday meeting and save myself a drive, I packed extra clothes and some of my gluten-free muffins so I could stay over at Greyfox’s cabin last night.

  
  

  I had forgotten that today was a holiday until someone at the 10:00 meeting mentioned the holiday weekend.  Duh!  I knew today was the fourth of the month… July 4th… little lapse there, eh?  So, I drove past the counseling center where my regular Friday meeting is held and sure enough, a sign on the door said they’re closed today.  Greyfox and I talked for a while and then I drove home, on the theory, nearly a certainty, that I’d sleep better in my own bed than in my car or on his floor.

  
  

  

  
  

  As I turned off the highway about 2:30 AM, I saw some fog across the cul de sac beyond the turnoff for our street.  Thinking I’d grab the camera after I got my goat milk and stuff put away, I unloaded the car.

  
  

  Then, once my stuff was put up, since I was right there near where my nightie was, my long primrose pink t-shirt nightie, I got out of my town clothes and into the night shirt.  Still sorta absent-minded, just as I had been about the 4th of July meeting that wasn’t to be, I’d forgotten all about the fog and the camera until I got back out to the front of the house and saw the dawn light and green trees out the window.

  
  

  So, still in moccasins, and fairly decently covered by the long t-shirt, I grabbed the camera and walked out the cul de sac.  By then, the fog was mostly gone, except for a patch of it kinda far off toward the bright horizon where the sun would soon rise, which, when I tried to get a picture of it, turned out sorta like a squashed cotton ball on a pile of spinach below a glaring light source… not so great, in other words.

  
  

  

  
  

  The trip wasn’t wasted, however.  I got a few shots in the other direction, away from the rising sun.  In this one, that tall feathery thing on the left is a fireweed inflorescence in bud, no blossoms open yet.  The plant in the foreground at far right is also fireweed, which hasn’t yet sent up the flower stalk.  None of the local fireweed is in bloom, but just a few miles down the valley there are a few flowers showing.  Dandelions here are a mix of yellow flowers and white seed puffs.  Rhubarb over at my old place across the highway sent up tall flower stalks while I wasn’t paying attention, but I took care of that a few days ago.

  
  

  

  
  

  What a bunch of undistinguished early-morning pictures.  If it wasn’t for the sheer breathtaking natural beauty, they wouldn’t be worth posting.  Not a bit of fog, darnit… looked so eerie when I first turned off the highway, too.  Good photos are as fleeting as coherent thoughts around here.

  
  

  I didn’t sleep much this morning, was wakened at the usual time by Greyfox’s daily check-in call before he sets up his stand and goes to work.  Before leaving for town yesterday, I had caught up all my backlog of client readings, both my card readings and the past-life readings Greyfox had done… except the past-life reading he did for me.  I had planned to post that today, and post the next episode of Melody on Greyfox’s site, but Doug demanded equal computer time, so I didn’t get to sit down here until 2 this afternoon and had email to do, followups on readings already done, etc.  Bottom line:  I posted the past-life reading on KaiOaty, the one he did for me, the life I asked him to track down because I’d developed a mental block.  I knew it was there but was coming up blank every time I tried to get a close look at the details.  And now, without having transcribed the Melody episode, I’m going to put my nightie back on and get between the sheets and read another chapter or two of Harry Potter if I can stay awake that long.

  
  

  I gotta start getting more sleep.  Well, it will work out, I know.  The solstice is past, nights are getting longer, and Alaska’s manic summer is on it’s too-rapid slide into depressive winter, when all I’ll be doing is sleeping, hibernating like everyone else. 

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