Truly, if you want hits on your blog, happen to write about hedgehogs. Better yet, put in a hedgehog image. Later, check your stats.
It's Saturday, or as I like to say here in the blog, Slattern Day. I try to be untidy if not downright lazy.
But my neighbor came over, engaged my husband in trimming the dead branches of another neighbor's tree (she's in a nursing home), and so I dragged a lot of branches to the front for city pickup.
There were those moments of concentration like prayer in which I willed the power saw to stay in the branch and away from my husband's fingers, and this worked.
It's possible I will be untidy in the kitchen soon, before the great predicted heat descends on us, baking chocolate and lemon cupcakes and cake layers for some kind of creative checkerboard of celebration. My husband turns 60, with all his fingers, on Monday. But we will celebrate whenever the cake gets baked.
"You must change your life," said Rilke. So that's what I keep doing. I've been an encyclopedia editor, a poetry editor, an actor and director, a library clerk, and an assistant professor of English. Now I'm a freelancer, work part time in a library, blog "eight days a week," study the random, tend perennials, and listen to birdsong.