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Oct. 21st, 2003 11:39 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
tylikTomorrow I might drive up along the river that runs through Snohomish and see what the water there looks like. I often go up during the high waters in spring, and watch the wide, deceptively flat waters that fill the river and often the land around -- so restless and moving, and yet mostly without waves. The spring before last I saw a tree, tumbling end over end in the water.
I love water. It yields to everything, and yet everything is changed...
I heard today on the radio that trees were heading down the river again, and hitting the trestles of the bridge by Everett. Among the trees, they said were pumpkins, washed out of the fields. I'm sad for the farmers, but entranced by the image of pumpkins, set free.
(On an only vaguely related note, there is some debate about whether members of the pumpkin family, native to the Americas, were introduced to Africa by Europeans after European colonization of the Americas... or if they had been established in Africa prior to that. Some experiments have been done that suggest that a pumpkin that made its way into the ocean could very well have made it to Africa on its own...)
I wish I could make sense of my life right now. I mean, yes, I still am spending a fair bit of time on body maintainance. And I'm also spending a lot more time in class, and otherwise practicing martial arts. And then there's commutes. And keeping everyone fed (and, okay, while I make a lot of stuff that can be eaten during the week, I can be a little hard core about food preparation). And trying to keep the house from completely falling apart. And there are still a few social things or community obligations I'm involved with. (Not to mention my volunteer writing, except that since that's still going farther than my lame attempts to get paid for writing I'm not sure where to put it in the balance books...)
But where does all the fricking time go? I mean, I'm barely home, and when I am I'm mostly stretching, sleeping, cooking, or washing dishes. If I have a quiet day, I'll get some laundry, writing and repairs done. And yet I feel like I'm not nearly getting enough accomplished.
I love water. It yields to everything, and yet everything is changed...
I heard today on the radio that trees were heading down the river again, and hitting the trestles of the bridge by Everett. Among the trees, they said were pumpkins, washed out of the fields. I'm sad for the farmers, but entranced by the image of pumpkins, set free.
(On an only vaguely related note, there is some debate about whether members of the pumpkin family, native to the Americas, were introduced to Africa by Europeans after European colonization of the Americas... or if they had been established in Africa prior to that. Some experiments have been done that suggest that a pumpkin that made its way into the ocean could very well have made it to Africa on its own...)
I wish I could make sense of my life right now. I mean, yes, I still am spending a fair bit of time on body maintainance. And I'm also spending a lot more time in class, and otherwise practicing martial arts. And then there's commutes. And keeping everyone fed (and, okay, while I make a lot of stuff that can be eaten during the week, I can be a little hard core about food preparation). And trying to keep the house from completely falling apart. And there are still a few social things or community obligations I'm involved with. (Not to mention my volunteer writing, except that since that's still going farther than my lame attempts to get paid for writing I'm not sure where to put it in the balance books...)
But where does all the fricking time go? I mean, I'm barely home, and when I am I'm mostly stretching, sleeping, cooking, or washing dishes. If I have a quiet day, I'll get some laundry, writing and repairs done. And yet I feel like I'm not nearly getting enough accomplished.
