If it weren't for the park, manual labor and morning pages, I might have gone crazy this week. I am having a bad time with chocolate this week. So much so that scientific explanations mean nothing, and it just boils down to ...SHE HATES ME! IT'S PERSONAL! I'm more kinesthetic than visual or auditory, so movement is soothing. Walking, writing, weeding, kneading, rolling dough - it's all good.
On Wednesday's walk, snakes posed for me, rather than slithering off as they normally do.
I like snakes, when they aren't venomous, and are outside where they belong.
Same goes for spiders, like this one. I was off the trail at Chatfield State Park when I saw him. I went there for my first weekly artist date (part of the Artist's Way thing I'm doing). At one point, I came across a lot of people with maps and compasses. Was this a scavenger hunt? No. It was an orienteering class. Oh. My explanation was more fun. Although if one wants to test one's orienteering skills safely, Chatfield's a good place to do it. It's big, but bordered on all sides by roads.
Yesterday, my sister came with us for walkies. She is a more focused walker than Puppy and me, so we kept a brisk pace, and walked the entire loop of the park. The sun was setting as we headed back toward the car. Just as we reached Tabor Lake, an owl called. It called again, and I spotted him in the bare branches of a tree. He called again, and then flew off into the sunset. This is not that owl. He was at the Highlands Festival. My camera is not capable of long distance twilight photos.
Yesterday, my sister came with us for walkies. She is a more focused walker than Puppy and me, so we kept a brisk pace, and walked the entire loop of the park. The sun was setting as we headed back toward the car. Just as we reached Tabor Lake, an owl called. It called again, and I spotted him in the bare branches of a tree. He called again, and then flew off into the sunset. This is not that owl. He was at the Highlands Festival. My camera is not capable of long distance twilight photos.
Here is Puppy, at the beginning of the walk. She was still this happy two miles later.
Today was massive yardwork, after the artist date at Chatfield.
Then up to Prospect Park, with tarp and body bag to load up on free mulch. Yes, we have a body bag. Bevin got it from work. It's not used. It's new. It's 'FEMA blue', has handles, and is very good for hauling mulch.
I am making a new batch of sourdough starter tonight. Baking bread makes me happy in a way that is physically and spiritually fulfilling.
Am still not sure I want to go to the Witches' Ball this year, but I'm having fun planning costumes. I haven't made one, but the planning is fun. It's next Saturday. I love Project Runway. It's so inspiring. I loved the week they made clothes from paper. And the costume week was fun.
3 comments:
You're the second person this week to accost me with a photo of a terrifying 8-legged creature! But it's okay, it's not your fault my phobia is so bad I can't even look at a photograph.
I like the idea of hauling mulch in a body bag.
That owl's face is all "Yeah, I know I'm fierce. Just take the photo, paparazzi...this face will make you millions"
wv: pinflu - like swine flu, but only affects people who crochet and sew. Spread via rayon yarn.
I'm with Bridgete, the spider is creeping me out a little but its a great shot none the less. Snakes though I'm with you, they are fascinating to watch as long as they don't dive for my jugular or anything haha. Enjoy the baking and the Artist's Way. Must pull that book out and get down to business.
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