Astonishingly, it’s Tuesday evening.
I’m not sure how that happened. As far as I know I returned to the desert on Sunday night at midnight. 48 hours seem like a high number, but the hours do slip into days. I’ve been busy.
It’s glorious here, fully summer.
I’ve started swimming, although the water is still in the 60s. It seems good for my character as well as my muscles. I need everything I can get in terms of fitness, as life is full of challenges.
The pool is beautiful, the old plaster still holding the force field, patinated deep green, copper, blue. It’s 35 feet long, 16 feet wide, 10 feet deep. A relic from the 1950s, when bigger was unquestionably better.
Orangelina has emerged from her sequestration, and is once again Queen of the Lurk. Her lover has been chosen; I do believe that it’s the same flash boy from last summer, the one who has a knack of disappearing when you blink.
She is also enjoying the beautiful warm days,
Possibly she notices that the palo verde is in bloom, that the yellow flowers now cover the entire back corner of the yard. There seem to be an equal number on the tree and on the ground; the harvester ants are gathering the flowers into neat lines, ferrying them down into their underground matrix of perfectly canted rooms where they farm fungus, feeding it seasonal delights.
I continue sleeping and showering outdoors, it’s everything I dreamed it would be.
Tonight has been very beautiful, with a fat moon that ought to last until 4 am, and Venus and Mars just setting. The air is heavy with scent from the citrus trees, the honeysuckle, the jasmine, the jessamine.
The birds have become accustomed to me sleeping by their feeder, and the thrashers and quail forage around the bedskirts, the male cardinal lands on the round brass bedposts.
I work and think, and garden, and work, and swim, and dream, in a haze of days, of love.
Tomorrow, video. I have a new project shipping out on Friday.