Rainy day shenanigans

Kay Ryan:

It is common
to suppose
that anyone
whom one is not
is predisposed
to like her lot—
that when she drills down
through the ice
to fish
and sees the black
and restless drift
and works against
the cold occlusion
which always threatens,
it is easier
for that sort of person.

October (s)newsletter/Better-late-than-never letter! I’ve wondered if I’ll keep writing these now that we’re settled. I think I will because I really enjoy it. In this one, I wrote about finally being home, and linked to two essays I find deeply relevant and meaningful: Lincoln & casualties of war

Jack’s “I had to go pee in the rain” face.

“Why? They know I don’t like the rain. And I could have held it for several more hours. I wonder if they’ll leave the pantry open again so I can have another stick of butter…”

“This is my dirt pile. There are many like it, but this one is mine.”

Halfway there

It ain’t ya house till you’ve had to get up on the roof for somethin’.

Late fall rose bloom