excerpt from "The Pure Fury"

How terrible the need for solitude:
That appetite for life so ravenous
A man’s a beast prowling in his own house,
A beast with fangs, and out for his own blood
Until he finds the thing he almost was
When the pure fury first raged in his head
And trees came closer with a denser shade.

--Theodore Roethke

another morning

Summer is on it's way out. I had that surgery back in the spring, and thought that by now I'd be running around, feeling good. That's not the way it's turned out so far. I'm trying today to get a better attitude about all this. I think it would probably help in a lot of ways. So, I'm working on that.

My folks were here for a long weekend and we had a lot of fun. Played a lot of cards, too. Does anyone know how to play the game Whist? For some reason I'd like to learn how to play it.

Speaking of learning--I took a hunter's education class over the last couple of weeks. There was a lot of information. And I learned quite a bit. I'd put money on me being the only vegan in the class. Probably ever. I hadn't taken an official test for some time, but there it was--like high school or something--a fifty question test. The class covered a lot more than what was included on the test, and all in all, I'm happy I took the class.

Jen has started teaching another semester. That really makes it feel like summer is soon to be a memory. The mornings have a distinct autumn chill that makes me think of flannels.