Weak again

looks wet but i expect such seeing quietly this morning seems damp now, holy cow,let's plow into Sunday. doing our best. passing the test. stop mumbling.

Clearest

we've a knockout blue this morn. everything in order clear down to the border. couldn't ask for more,

Waiting in the hospital.

how patient can the patient be? the waiting are has only me and a chattering tv. a bird would be netter. would be. would be.

Rocket out

into space a plenty. look for bunnies and birds; some may be around his morning calm and sunny. a beautiful blue sky day begins. quiet and neat, all is in order as it ought to be.

Made plans

called gary he and i were on vacation. lanned to meet that afternoon. got ready,called to pick him up. answers but doesn't talk. Gary ? bo response. give phone to a friend. we heard tou, Gary. are tou ready?

Sealing leaf

Sun by nine a m. Warming day. Have to make notes could remove my shoes is there rice today? now a slice of buttered, warm bread sun in the yard hits hard. sharp, warm shade. the leaves drifted down the drain then were stuck there good bread she made. Cat watches to learn. they talk bread. enough said. dog Ted finishes piece.

Our sea

 

See the seaside

Our day of joy

Friends and family on the shore 

Sure paints a scene to remember 

Step carefully around the shells.

Sip a coffee you carry along.

A lot of people. Sure are.

Vegan shoes

No animal was harmed In the making of my shoes. had salad and some pizza. sunny, warm; took a drive, saw lake Skinner. day went well. Catherine drove us. saw around these parts.

A day follows the other

 

On a bench overlooking the ocean

a beautiful view on a Tuesday morning .

Gerry and I talked and sat out watching.

Seeing the natural order of all.

A good way to pass time and easily visit.

Don’t figure/can’t told

 

How where I am

Pacific Ocean scant wave sounds 

Leaning waters

Waves wash me

Middle seat on a packed airplane

 

Too much like life.

Preps complete

 

Two days to go, we’re ready.

Have clothes in order.

Are you seeing the daffodils lining the way?

They’re spring to summer reminders.

So are the white blossoms.

Maybe when we return the warmth will have begun.

Just hoping. That’s reasonable.

Meanwhile we’re checking everything again.

It’ll  be good to see everyone.

Soak it up

 

All day piles of rain tumble down

Make yards and fields crowded with water ponds,

You know it’s better than snow around,

Seems rain is the way to go.

In an early morning rain

 

Kept me covered, over my head

Into quiet warmth so cozy 

Thoughts turn to California 

So fine, dear friends 

Coming up.

Day after total eclipse

 

A new kind of quiet pervades this area.

Relaxed and rebuilding this lot we occupy.

Rain all week, practically flooding is forecast.

And I’m looking at morning sunshine 

Afternoon has cloudiness covering us completely 

Eclipse in Cleveland

 

Half sunny in the morn.

Half clouded.

Six hours to go.

Strong shadows under bright sun.

Afternoon is unpredictable 

Avocado at home.

 

Our seed is a three year old tree.

Living in a large indoor pot.

Watered and put in the sun.

Looking content.

I almost said happy.

There are days like that.

Figuring again

 

We will see how the sky develops

As we prepare for two days away

To get here in game spirit

Line full the bleachers for emotional chanting 

Keep with high spirits 

Bursting filled with joy

Half clear, some bright

 

One speeding car, on a quiet morn.

 Was damp some, lately.

Had a dream or two

On a mostly quiet night.

Slow going

I rose first.

In a while she’ll rise then

She’ll do coffee 

Lighting the way

 

Still as it is the eclipse is near

A few days to and unpredictable weather ahead.

Just when quiet seems the norm

Days like this are more still.

Unexpected in the whole.

Run on

 

Here in the middle

Our week is string

Wrapped in bunny talk

The divide appears softer

The heavy threat calms all

We have a chance to turn around 

So prepare now foe either way.

I had this right in my head,

typed wrong and lost it when I looked.

should have looked many hours ago.

About now firecasters

 

About now, right this very moment

Forecasters are turning their heads away,

Looking for a good movie to watch 

Because no decent eclipse will be available 

To be witnessed  on the eight day of April in these parts

Or anywhere hereabouts, I do so verily 

Tweed pattern

 

New shoes fit fine, look good.

I want her foot happy.

Now morning clouds set to clear.

Give us an all-right day.

Eclipse clear we’re talking 

First off to Tajour, dentist-man

.

Tomorrow Into April, the fourth month

 

Been turning looking for rabbits

All around the yard they roam.

Not so predictable as before

But coming in unexpectedly.

A once in a lifetime eclipse is coming back,

This time straight down our street.

Just need a clear ten minutes.

We have a week to worry for an open sky.

like a dream come true

 left my beret in Finney Hall

Oberlin Conservatory of Music

called this morning to say i left my derby

then called back to say its a beret.

 

last nights concert featured a

great mezzo soprano and piano

then player on a stand-up bass made in 1741

then came in the rest: trumpet, drums, accordionist,

an unknown instrument from Brazil,

 

this entirely gave and got a "wow".

a top-line jazz and classical performance by all.

everyone took solos.

artists accomplished as is possible. 

surprised i didn't get cold feet.

they knocked my socks off

Clear sky

 

Starting regal

high  above the seagull 

soars an eagle.

from the field below is heard the lonely, baying beagle.

Without notes

 

Last night I had it planned.

Meri watched five jumping rabbits this morning.

They’re more organized than we are.

John Keats 1795 - 1821

The Protestant cemetery in Testacio.

Ode to the poet.

Wet early

 

Already rained hard this morning.

Will take my pills and start the day.

Sleep carried me through dreamland.

I’m set for rabbits in Spring.

Monday again

 

While still cold

Near the end of March

Toast is tasty 

Sky is mostly blue

The day seems heating to wonderful 

I’ll bargain we’re going for a good one.

The eclipse may have its day.

A break

 

Taking it easy because it’s Sunday again.

All is going slowly 

Later today we’ll have an idea

How it went, what we need to do.

Covered white

 

Day begins quietly coated to the hilt.

Every branch and stem to be seen .

The padding silently fell

Reaching every spot, missing 

Not a dot

Good Morning nearly Spring 

Come hearty before us.

The time is right;

Mend spring

Orion fur finder

cast over the rolling waters 

On the dawn of a new day

A Welcoming for all into springtime.

You and I included 

Keep running in shadows

Been waiting

 

Doctor Ta jour today for me

Back again and pleased to see Seif.

He’ll check me up and out.

Happy for his work I  am.

Matching on

 

The corner is lit

Having a small fit

Outsized and charging 

With lights on low, pleasant.

Showered and cleaned 

A dusting of snow last night

Passing on to spring 

As soon as we can

For us all 

Standing together 

Swim or

 

Sometimes the alterations decorate

Well in a room

And on the wall.

We need a car with a new large interior 

Superior to what we have

Although it’s easy to get along 

With the same o , don’t chew know.

Lets decorate our way,

Way outa here.

Sailing

 

On the open sky we sail long and free

You and me in the blue 

The happy two

Smile lovingly,

How it should be.

Me and you

The happy two sailing on, and on.

Still wanting

 

All the work for Jeep.

Then I needed an agent.

Somebody made money on my work.

Perhaps another opportunity will come my way.

Although old I’ll stay sharp as I can.

On the way

 

Chris will lead the jazz orchestra tomorrow eve.

It is the session of the year every time

The groups of fifty are top musicians 

Well rehearsed and ready to perform.

I‘m anxious for the air to be broken

at Finney Chapel in luminous harmony 

Sandro died in Calci;

Giacomo got a new heart valve in Trestevere.

A difficult time.

City fix truck

 

Large Red lights on back

Very bright. Two yellow spinners on top

A circular brush on the street below front bumper

Much mechanical groaning noise five minutes not moving 

Then all is gone

Looping by

 

In the sky today 

Birds circling land on the wire

After the other 

Hardly staying, only testing their morning wings.

See what brings, what sticks

In  their ritual of new flying tricks 

To remain a while they shift belly weight to balance 

Schedule followed

Keeping on the mark to start

Behind and the initial spark

When dark has parted

My intentions have begun 

Across the sky of blue

Welcome day, I’ll follow you

Sunny rain

 

Didn’t happen.  Rain came, swept in.

Sun remained behind clouds.

Two walkers were poured upon 

The weather will swirl in predictions 

We’ll have to wait to see how it goes.

And that’s a prediction you can depend on.

Nothing novel

 

Cloud cover sans moisture 

We tolerate the heavy grey

Days like this until relief

Think the last of winter will be brief 

Completely still as we look out.

Nothing moves.

Not a fresh breath breaks stillness.

Not track of hooves

People get ready, song by Curtis Mayfield.

I asked to write with him 

He said he writes alone.

Curtis mayfield  1942 - 1999

9:53 a car went by.

Caught up

 

A Wednesday and fog some.

A bluebird out in front, kitchen side 

To see Monica this noon.

Another nothing doing day.

Will put together events 

Thinking engagements

Preparing for spring

Chance of perfection

 

Not banging one out of the ballpark.

To the wall will do if I run well.

Looks sunshiny today can you imagine.

Dandy light blue if you’re sky wondering.

 Outside is alive with cars going by case you want to know.

Too season early for green, but get ready.

I’ve off the planet wonderful on my mind.

Turn and wist

 

Shouting out good morning, New

Our dear deer I  mean rabbit was seen at dawn 

At home again where she oughter be.

A good lead to Spring.

And now she’s gone

Reality is Not what you think

 

Fold up gas pedals

Keep you alert,

on your toes.

Steady in the squeeze.

Reach out for me, Tiger.

Hold on to what you’ve got.

That’s saying a lot 

Warm then cold

 

Clouded over, though it probably means nothing

Wind picked up as forecasters predicted.

How did they know?

I said they because I think there are several.

My day

 

One of them

I’ll share with you.

No snow this morn.

Tai restaurant lunch planned a.

Been there four times,

Still don’t know what I’ll order

Or what I think of the place.

But I like Tai food, I think.

Dark start on the day

 

From the middle

Dad broke his fiddle

And he won’t play no more 

So he won’t play no more

He’s lost in the middle

Without out his fiddle

And dad won’t play 

No more 

Always was a morning Joe

Going where the women go 

And loving it

He’s got love to keep him warm

Final February week 24

 

This Sunday sounds sunny starting off

The day looks pleasant, what’d ya say?

Birds and hounds are on their way.

Stepping out in sunshine; quite a day.

Last cold day

 

A brave or foolish phrase to mutter.

Never before this early have I forecast 

an early warm spell on our way.

Caught into the calls for global warming

I know it’s early

Friday gets away

 

Fair weather day, all seems okay.

Will get done what I can.

Sky is bright, how are ya?

Working on cleaning,

Threw paintings away, 

Making room today.

Have far to go and time is tight.

Space seems at a premium.

Winter has gone away.

rainy day in February

shifting days seem ready to change

no snow and wet out.

drops glisten.

not so cold.

waking to the fact a dear friend has died.

a strong family man.

my hero.

where are we now

His son called

 

It was six in the morning, I fumbled

as I picked up the phone,

 saw his name on the readout,

He never called me before.

Got the phone to my ear.

“Hello.”

“Jack, this is Lorenzo … ”

I heard all he was going to tell me in his voice

And it shocked me.

Sandro got away

 

How could it happen

My friend Alessandro has died.

I slipped up not seeing him when we were there.

He and I knew how close we felt,

We both let our friendship slip.

This was an accident. 

Somehow we got away.

Changing days

 

Sky is light blue

Someone zipped by

No falling snow

What we have looks thinner 

Although it’s too cold to begin melting.

Tomorrow for sure we turn to higher temperatures 

. 

In from where

 

The ground is covered white completely 

Not a warning; it must have snowed all night.

 The bunnies were seen in their usual places,

Little behind three, New into one.

Here we go

line ‘em up 

 i have expressive and receptive aphasia.

how about that 

it’ll be warm out  soon

Bright on the lawn

 

It’s cold and the morning light shines golden.

The three deer have left the backyard.

Twenty eight degrees now 

Thirty two will be the high.

I think it’s cold for sleeping on the ground.

Haven’t regularly seen much of the deer

So we aren’t familiar with their habits ,

Not like our friends the rabbits 

Shine through it all

 

Keep pots and kettles clean

Dress for the occasion 

Seems you’re seen in good light

Stay happy, sunshine 

i was a fool

 

My song from the sixties came back

Along with New and Little, the missing rabbits.

Although it’s cold we’re on the right track.

No doubt we’ll fall into old habits.

Time riding well

 

How did I know I’d run

Into so many cowboys in Hollywood.

They had to be somewhere.

Like the actors  they’re everywhere

It’s hard to be a civilian and ignore them 

Everywhere you go is the thick of it.

Playing the piano in my garage-studio 

Kept me hidden away.

core thought

 

core thought

core thought
at home thinking a spark
where day starts,
all begins in the dark.

five this morning
playing piano in my head
figuring it out, doing the left hand,
making it better, keeping it tight, lying in bed.

and i said, time moves on, six-thirty; oh,
the sun is on the mask now, the stone medallion
over the door on the building opposite our window.
i’m up this instant and want to take a photo of it.

the mask is already
a few hundred years old
and i want to preserve it
forever, on celluloid? am i joking?

and i take one, it is blurry.
i take five, all are blurry.
for one minute some days,
some times i think of

these swans in stone, this family seal.
the sun kisses it brief moments, mornings
when it is sunny. if i am looking
at the right time, in the right month, i see it.

though, can’t think of it now, planning this day, i am.
have to make breakfast and shower,
then catch a train to pick up the car.
we’ll find a place to park it when we get here

back to where we start, some other hour
at the beginning, home again
at the beginning of the day
then, when the sun is rising

Blank time

 

A little warmth would feel fine.

Give us some good season to enjoy 

We’ll take and give.

One third

 

Can clean the ledges

Wipe the edges

Note the grey comes through .

0n this darker morning

The month I was born in

Here is a fine hello to you.

So we carry the grey

Drag it through the sky

It’s the kind of day it is.

Hold on to your smile

We will persist 

In two thirds the month to go

Eight is great

 

Did you see the space?

We’re goings to Smucker’s town.

This is a big deal , a little town an hour away 

Out in the country.

Ready to float.

Open the moat

Ten spot

 

Coming and going this morning starts well.

We’re ducking sadness 

We think yesterday we lost our bunny, or two.

We will see how days develop.

No quick decisions.

The full story develops.

Now we’re keeping alert for an early spring.

We’ve no snow here in February 

 No longer a regular winter 

Solid bearings

 

Empty street car beds

Silent rolling through nothing special 

Give me a bay and a boat

Floating our way, we shall 

First feb week

 

Seek out the peak

Just a quick squeak 

Remembering tight waves we rode

Terry and I floating 

Struggling to get by

We made it to another day

Quick car go by Sunday morn

 

Blue lite sky bright 

Silent as it should be.

Short white stiff grass

White truck goes by.

Days on

There you go

Time is splitting into pieces.

Doubling up, and down,

We can link it.

it’s sure worthwhile to have around.

Thanks for being my friend;

It has always been a treasure to know you.

Grandma’s birthday

 

My sweet grandmother, what a dear.

Always alert. 

A kind soul.

Whole note

 

The front end of February arrives

Fat and loaded 

Filled to the brim

Starting in completion 

Boasting a full pack

Held in good order

Ready for birds and plants

On this edge of spring.

Fine de Janio

 

Making soft plans

Exercising to be stretched 

Not a movement fuori

All is quiet.

Winter is taking a break.

Climate change is happening .

A county vehicle went by

Too quickly to see the name painted on the truck.

Am ready to return in Italia.

Dry ok and good eating

Hills, distance, quiet ocean; art

Explore some. Read and write

Shake it out

 

Attendance runs weak today

Need a butter word for this slices

Wear your knit cap

Keep your head warm

Ride out of darkness 

Keep your butter side up

Dance to the music.

Fillet of soul

Fill the platter

Darn the yarn

There’s no matter

Show your charm

Last night was the event

 

First it hit the roof

Scattered rain in a clout.

There was no doubt 

Pounded my dreams 

Left morning disheveled.

Clouds ran unguarded 

Heard tapping up above

Or it came through the walls

Combined in my dreams 

Perilous it seemed

Until morning had opened 

Fearless and content 

No rain

 

Running through January when a rainless day is the event.

It seems we need sunshine for a week to dry out.

Quiet again, that’s for sure.

Seems the reason to celebrate.

 Nothing moving; though we saw a blue jay.

Grey sky, nothing but grey sky’s from now on.

Bowling them down

 

Made room to continue 

Without a frown 

complete weekend menu.

Mark the days round 

There’s candles and leather 

Light as a feather 

Sailing the bay

In all kinds of weather.

Mark it all down.

We’ll crew for you

The coffee is warm

Head with the wind

Lean Jan, nothing left

 

Little caps, the rest gone.

Took care of that month.

More snow is a possibility 

But don’t look for it right away 

A few visible blots of white

Are more likely plastic bag pieces 

Most everywhere is wet and soggy

It doesn’t look cold at all.

A car or two went by in speed.

Where to is the appropriate question

 Nothing special is going on

That’s the tune of the day

Looking the slate over

 

 snow is half gone

Put a mark on the wall.

You think it’s almost spring?

Experience tells me it’s way up ahead 

Take your foot off the brake 

Tajour is our dentist

 

Haven’t seen him for a while.

New year, same old when I get there 

A piece of a my toothcap fell out.

Meri had a tooth wiggle 

He’ll put us back together.

And She got glue, l’ll get a new bridge for three teeth.

Nice to drive here,back to norwhere

The old home land.

I feel love for the place, the park, the pool.

There’s joy to see Tabby and Self again. 

Thirty minutes by car to home 

There’s a pizza place around here I like.

Meri most always says no

Today she bought me a slice.

Week middle

 

Halfway tomorrow we’re set for the week mid point.

Today is white lying thick and still 

Little moves now 

Holy cow how quiet.

 Need days for the bunnies to dry

  Stiff, Cold and silent 

Bundle the days

Road is visible

 

Not all, not plenty, some road I see.

Where it should be.

How do you feel? It’s dring

I mean it seems about time , yours and mine, all of ours.

She shines on mine, on mine street

Si neat and on time

Morning to you, good day

Kelp out of the way

We are making tracks

Saw the police car go by

And the regular couple dog walkers

With their beige long hair dog

On the left bank

 

The one that will turn warm.

Slowly may turn up the temperature 

Little by little, we’ll follow along.

Tighten the package and keep in line.

Ahead we will have warming.

Now we take the snow cold another day

While they say it rains and warms starting tomorrow 

No traffic or walkers

All are saving up

We’ve decided to take it easy.

 Thelonious Monk is the second most recorded

jazz composer behind Duke Ellington.

David I don’t know

Out side shoveling our drive before eight 

Says he’s been up all night.

He’s expecting three more inches today

We’re in the front row in the world of clean driveways 

When the MGM lion roars step aside

The  huge red lights in our drive are science fiction 

Were nearly in our living room

Silent, I’ll say that. Lights are.

Snofull

 

A grand pack floating in rolling zoom.

There is Hardly room for more.

Still blowing in

Upon thick piles 

Crowded over.

We need to holdout a few days.

The weather is turning soon.

We can make it.

Color changed

 

Peaks alive color strong 

Good morning friend, how are you.

Seems you’re riding well today 

I’m just a tree away

Sorting as we g o .!

Who’s counting?

Shirts and skins, 

there’s no hair like the buffalo.

Break in the cycle

 

Cold but less so

This tues has gone easier than days before 

We’ll take the pause

Our winter can slacken anytime it wants 

The sun is warming, no doubt 

The middle of the week brings change

Heavy Sun and deep shadows are welcome 

Write this day down 

So you probably noticed thatTuesday isn’t exactly the week’s middle .

 But exactomundo is a more or less.

You can tell how it is presented 

With a feeling of spaciousness around.

Circling as it comes in for a landing 

You can count them on one hand

 

Five is all the degrees

This slow start morning.

White blanket Covers frozen land

Pennants in the field flutter

Takes the breath away

Tree branch

 

Reaching lower 

Far out this morn

In the cold  so forlorn..

Stiff temperatures not bending 

Go easy, message sending.

Go easy today.

It will be better.

Finish winter then spring will come on.

We’ll find our way.

Figuring Fahrenheit in the teens

 

Barely,  barely bearable in the teens

Living outdoors offers you little protection from the cold.

A few, maybe four days coming up

They’ll do what they can

Hide where it’s bearable.

They know what is around.

They will do what is necessary 

We’ll help them hide from the weather 

Colding off

 

Days gathered in a pile

A heap of frigid mounting 

Stiff and Snow White stacked

 Bunnies can walk over to nibble sticks 

They will dodge the temperature drop a few days

Then the break will mean less lower mercury 

And what could be a start toward spring.

heart operation

 

Giacomo will have an operation on his heart.

they know what they're doing .

i hope it goes quickly

and is easy on Giacomo.

i want it to go quicker and easier than anyone forecasts.

this is major.

he is so important to so many.

the leader of family and friends is down.

finding the heart of the matter

 

for some reason the rain has stopped.

it is still grey, but absolutely quiet.  no tap,tap, dripping or pounding.

the house doesn't shake.  and there is no traffic; that's normal.

 no running away from anything.

they said we'd have a lot of snow when we woke.

i get to believing the weather folk.

we have to take forecasts skeptically, cautiously.

step by step we fill th day.

i'm reading and writing here.

filling the day.

 

 

like we all do.

Total eclipse of the heart

 

Every now and then

Turn around bright eyes.

April it will be here.

Song by Bonnie Tyler

A piece of chocolate

 

This straightening afternoon of no rain 

Gives the opportunity to take a nap.

Or would you rather be a mule?

That’s a song from the 1950s.

Moving around, thinking of Rome.

Having a good time.

Finding a legal parking space. it’s not too late.

How’s a nap??

Crunched into morning

 

Meri made coffee and said she slept poorly again

The usual for her, I was sleeping 

Black is the outside I see from here.

Football games including Cleveland for today.

can we find a few lines of joy this day.

something to say hi and fine are you.

balance the news and weather

put on my heavt coat and hat and gloves.

Out breakfasting

 

To the neighbors to eat

And speak of Rome.

Seems within our ability.

We will car over, they live a house away.

Linda and Harold.

He plays the giant organ, I saw him do that.

She was mayor when we moved here.

Meridith is the excellent gardener.

They have seen her out working 

I take up space here.

This Saturday appears grey.

Starting slowly 

They have seen me push my walker on the driveway 

I am sure 

Then I voiced the first American commercial ever to win

Top prize at Cannes France international festival 

I’m sure they never heard about that.

Edward G.

 

Twice I crossed paths with actor Edward G. Robinson. Not much, just a little, but both times it was a somewhat particular experience. The first time happened in a department store in Columbus Ohio in the mid 1960s. He was in the city to perform in a play. I remember I’d happened to see something about that in the newspaper.

On an off shopping day, like a Tuesday or maybe a Thursday, There was something I had to pick up at the department store and just left the second floor riding down on the escalator, when I noticed across on the escalator on the other side, coming up toward me was Edward G. Robinson.

The store was nearly empty whatever hour it was. We were riding along, albeit in opposite directions, as we came closer. It took only a second and I’m sure the recognition began to show on my face as we stared at each other. No doubt he was used to the reaction, a questioning look that turns into a smile of recognition. He smiled back as we crossed and continued our separate ways. I was delighted by that chance encounter.

A few years later, and two thousand miles away I was at Los Angeles International Airport, again alone on an escalator, when I glanced across and there, on the opposite escalator, also alone, heading my way was Edward G. Robinson. Again few people were anywhere near.

I had turned a half second before him this time and the benefit of that split second was time enough for recognition. I knew who he was as he turned his head toward me, and was already staring at him.

In that instant he saw me I had it in my mind that he recognized me from our previous trip on an escalator together because that first time we were quite alone in the store and looked at each other quite hard.

As we passed each other this time he turned his head back and kept eye contact a bit longer than was necessary, with a questioning look on his face, as if trying to remember where he had seen me. This time he was riding down and I was heading up. I smiled and nodded in passing. It was a goodbye to him.

I wanted to turn and tell some one, anyone who would listen, what had happened. But what could I blurt out to a total stranger in ten seconds that would tell the story, how it was, how I felt about the unlikely strangeness. Nothing. I had to digest the event alone and keep going. Let Edward G. Robinson figure it out and smile at the incongruity.

Be better than you were a week ago

 

Concentrate easy like ,,, a pace you can take.

 a little thinking effort can help you develop.

work it out.

On the ground when I woke

 

first dash of white this season.

seems time for it  i reason.

first trace.

and this space is  a complete cover.

admonish the wait

brush off the plate.

present our mild winter with a ribbon

now we can remember 

this time of year

properly 

now it seems right, how it ought'a be.

Here’s thee three

 

Running right up the boulevard 

Fashionably consistent 

Until I forgot where I was going.

Now my age is showing 

Tues the second of January

 

Will hold steady although it’s not easy.

First the weather is off the normal path.

No snow and not cold enough for the first week of January.

Some good is New our wild rabbit is back.

We were gone a month and she stayed home.

Traffic is: one car passes every fifteen minutes.