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Thursday, February 2, 2017

Observation - February 2nd, 2017, Thursday



Observation

There is a blanket of white noise over everything

It is the humidifier in my apartment, droning

It is the news cycle Trumpeting, trumpeting

The outrage of billionaires…wailing like babies

Demanding, white power, white privilege

There is a blanket of white noise over everything

The humidifier in my apartment is useful

It helps me breathe

The trumpeting of demagogues is smothering me

Monday, January 2, 2017

Observation - January 2nd, 2017, Monday



Observation

It is 4:00 pm, and the rain is freezing.

The rain covers everything in a thickening layer of ice, a slurry of slush and snow.

It was warm today, but the temperature is falling, dropping below zero.

There are people outside, they have no shelter.

Some will not make it through the night.

I am warm in my house.

My cat does not give a care for the world, except to see through the window a bird, a rabbit, or a squirrel.

Sunday, January 1, 2017

Observation - January 1st, 2017, Sunday



Observation

The Vikings are winning the football came.
I listen to it on low; it is only the second quarter.
The streets are quiet at 1:00 pm.
My lady is reading, sitting in my place on the couch behind me.
The sun was shining earlier, the day is overcast now.
The soft gray light blankets everything outside.
It is the first day of the year.

Thursday, December 1, 2016

Observation - December 1st, 2016, Thursday

Observation

The house smells like onions, and garlic
Herbs, I listen to the sound of a knife chopping
The keen edge against the wooden board
My lovely lady is at the stove, cooking
Listen, a spoon is stirring in the pot
Kitty is sleeping between waves of blankets

It is the 1st of December and raining outside 

Tuesday, November 1, 2016

November 1st, 2016, Tuesday - Observation

Observation


It is morning. Dark in Autumn.

The house is stirring.

I hear the creaking of footsteps on the floor boards above me.

The news anchors chattering on the T.V.

There is one week to go before the election, a new president. There is fear, and uncertainty in the country.

She and I are talking about our changing lives.

She talks just as much to me, as to the cat, sitting behind me on the blanket on the chair.

Outside, the maples have dropped their leaves, a bright yellow carpet laid over the yard.


Today the sun is promised.