Tis also the season for little critters to visit. Last week, my friend Eli cam e over for dinner. While we sat and talked about love lost, feelings pending and amusements to be had, she very calmly let me know that there was a roach politely listening on the chair next to mine. I am not a person who is afraid of much, but roaches scare the shit out of me. I don't know if it is their mere seeming immortality or that they crunch, but I hate them. Elise, being a Buddhist, would not kill the roaches. Instead she wadded up toilet paper, caught the roaches, whom she named, chased me with them and threw them out the window. Courage, pure courage. T killed them the next night with some neuro-toxin I am not fond of using and will not replace once she uses it all. This is a picture of a visitor.
I have been able to read!! Real books, not texts, not readers, not journals, real non-fiction stories. Right now I am reading Barbara Kingsolver's Animal Dreams. So far so good. Reading is a luxury that I do not get to partake of very often. It's one of the reasons a simpler life is for me. I know if I don't continue to simplify, reading will continue to be an enjoyment like vacation, great to be doing it, but part of me feels guilty for not doing other things.
So summer is in full swing from temperature to sprinkler wet children. I am really hoping to have more time to write, but my solo road trip to Alaska is coming up in 10 days. I have to get ready, but I fully intend to write from the road on all the amazing things I see.