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ans are not intuitive. I knew a deer was going to run in front of the car for three minutes before it happened, when I saw that tom turkey strut in the country lane, refusing to get out of the way of cars. Sure enough, peripherally, a deer dashed in front of my car and I simultaneously screamed, braked, and turned the radio down (Migos, “T-Shirt”), much to the amazement of my children. I’m kinda badass like that.
A busy day: drop the kids off, up to my school site, down to the clinic, up to the charter school, down to Indian Creek, over to Juvie, back to the clinic, additional bonding with a work colleague. I love days like this.
I live for Winter. I love the cold, the early nights, the rain, the clouds, the stillness. Yet now, two days of sunny, flowery,fresh-mowed grassy days and I’m optimistic about all I’m going to accomplish, and want to start running again (it’s been 6/7 years). I have no idea what the fuck is going on.
It was a unique day like that, all day long. Occurrences that are odd and seemingly out-of-sync with the universe kept taking place. I love the fact that I am aware and see these things taking place.
Still no idea on where we’re going to move. The realtor yesterday seemed to have this thought that we could move into a house by the time we move out (April 30), but I don’t see that possibility. I’ve called about apartments because I don’t want to rent a house for another year, but really ? with a Queensland? ~sigh~ It’ll work.
Pictures: This morning’s sky – contrails (it must have been) which remained there for a good 45 minutes; This evening’s sky with Venus (you can’t see it in the picture) shining brightly.
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