Today. I walked across the ever-lovely Broadway Bridge today, which I don’t think I’ve done before—usually I cross further south. —JLE
Yesterday.—JLE
Lately.—JLE
Eagle Creek hike today. (2/2)
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Eagle Creek hike today. (1/2)
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Today. At the library there are paper schedules for the bus lines. You can tell which routes are the most literate by how empty the racks are. (People have obviously taken the schedule from the library.)
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Lately.
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Lately.
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Frustration and powerlessness are possible to cope with in fine weather and a full blue moon. There was sunshine and warmth for two days, but next week it will rain again, and hats and scarves again.
By chance I walked past the neighborhood where I once lived—maybe ten years ago. I didn’t think or feel anything or have any sort of visceral response to being back there; I couldn’t remember anything about the area other than the buildings. I don’t remember that Groening thing in the cement (that’s outside of a school), but I liked it, so I took a picture of it. I have walked so many miles in the last few days and my feet hurt, but it’s healthy to walk, and complaining in writing seems weak and too formal anyway, and buying a car is never going to happen.
I flunked capitalism. Or it failed me. I may have to move. The weather really has been superb, though.
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Long day.
I must have walked 20 miles today. No buses on Sunday, but it didn’t rain. I passed a farm and talked for a while with an alpaca. (It didn’t talk back.) It must be wonderful to live on a farm. Personal space is highly underrated in urbanity.
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I know it’s foolish to carry all the misery and injustice around in my head, but there’s nowhere else to put it. Emotional litter.
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My day: I’m not sure what the weather people were doing filming in the ‘burbs, I ate at a really, remarkably good vegan place and my mouth watered actual drool, and I scored at the thrift store on secondhand books.
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The sun did not come out today at all, just pure gray all day.
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Another day. The mushrooms I usually see in October are popping out now; I’ll surmise they don’t have a season of their own like the plants do. That cloud was a perfect heart with the sun setting it aglow, but it was windy and I was slow in capturing the photo.
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