Word Raccoon Requests Paper

Dear Reader,

I am not fooled by the momentary glimpse of the sun I am enjoying. A nearby tree’s leaves are folded inward, so we are not finished with this rain.

I did see a squirrel enjoying a long drink of water from a puddle in the middle of the street. As I was studying it, I caught a glimpse of my favorite birb in the distance. How nice.

This morning, I came to the porch with two books because my eyes have mutinied against most screens. It’s not that they can’t watch anymore, it’s that they don’t want to. “Give me words to read. On paper,” said Word Raccoon, holding out her hand.

Gladly.

Except the books were The Philosophy of Andy Warhol, which requires something stronger than tea to make sense of, and Lonesome Dove. A first read. I have a whole post plotted for Larry McMurtry, but not today. This is a dispatch from the “I’m better, wait maybe not” department. Getting there.

I will say: not a strip of white space to be seen in Lonesome Dove. I suspect WR would paste some into my drafts if I tried that. I’m not sure I have that tool yet, or how long it might take me to develop it. Still deciding whether to try.

I was going to share this morning’s notebook poem, a quick, sharp little beast that needs pruning and also definitely has a poem giggling inside it, but am I up to it?

Signs point to no. Another day.

There’s a new squirrel in town, dark brown, muscular, squat. Limber. Not sure where he (she?) came from, but he’s making himself at home in the front yard. I’m watching to see if he causes trouble or fits right in.

Another squirrel’s coat by the tree is rubbed rough, likely caught in the rain earlier. Adorable.

Even as I wrote that, I watched the little fellow climb the utility pole and heard him make sharp noises. Then all I saw was his tail, flicking back and forth. I was scared to go check on him, scared not to.

Glad to report he eventually revealed himself, scuttled across the power line, and down the roof.

WR says whew. 

While she’s fond of the squirrels, she really likes it when the birbs flutter by, too.