One of my pillars of society was broken during night. Dark started at ten minutes to 11 o’clock, with o’possum wander along line of evergreen trees, poking around for snacks. Weathery. moist yore. A puncture in time 1:38. Sum rain had started had ceased. Loud airplane sound at 2:45.punctuated rest, and then, trash collection. More rains and winds picked up and whisked and whorled trees branches, stirring them from several directions. The Gaspe peninsula. Ruby climbed to top of trellis. The pillar is bone china or porcelain – white, a fluted column with gold tracing design lines of Corinthian capital style. Gold accents square base and round column bottom. Two are a pair I of candlesticks I useful for holding * one small light green and one blue * Christmas ball. The pieces can be glued together. Obtained through low bid: no one wanted them citing imperfection. A truck with stylised R, MACH II and TAC 24. Dawn came to dispel night by way of west. At eight sun delivered new day. Petits fleurs, flourish painted on ins and outs. Each ball fits Roman candle well. Orders.
A walk this morning at Gring’s Mill to marker 7, the site of the Winters Mill and on to red Bridge and back. Sunshine and blue skies, decent temperature making it a sparkling day. Found a small green candy wrapper with Asian characters, a discarded white facial tissue that had become folded and flattened just enough to forma a pattern much like petals. Checked my balance on the wooden beams of the parcouse. My balance was good.
Admired the trees. Said hello to some of the walkers and joggers and mothers with children in carriages. On a Wednesday morning, there is light traffic. enough to keep you company without being overcrowded.
Wondered why one sycamore in particular has its trunk forming hard bony protrusions much like some horses’ withers. A glance across the Tulpehocken Creek leads me to think it may have something to do with the telephone pole. The growth of the tree trunk is that direction, at the angle that points that way.
On the fine screenings of the path further up find an oval sticker “Proud to be an American” that looks like the kind a customer may receive at one of the local grocery stores. the stickers come in rolls and the cashiers will give you one or two if you ask.
Near the 6 marker is a metal (stainless?) piece of some kind with a black rubber tip. Ten holes have been made in a row lengthwise. It is a piece from something – to make an adjustment? I left it there.
A splendid pathling composed of black walnut stems. No pen , no paper, no camera, had to measure it with index finer and rely on recollection. At red bridge watched the reflection of the ripples of the creek upon the underside of the bridge and wondered how the two affect each other over time. Beyond that point a couple of squirrels chattered and chased on the trunk of a big tree.
This is the time of year the ash blades fall to the ground. At first these look like fairy oars; as they become weathered and trodden the blades split break up a bot. A bowl of ash blades makes a marvelous fall decoration – just to look at, sift through your finger, hear the very faint rustle of a big collection of them. And the color – neutral and gentle.
On the way back to car, saw a perfect example of the compound leaf of a shagbark hickory. It was in the center of the path lit by sun and was extremely tempted to touch it but did not. Also one very nice Judas tree leaf – heart-shaped; and a locust tree that has grown as large as some sycamores get. You do not see locust trees that large very often.
The one pathling had been disturbed by travelers by the time this writer got back to it. I spent some time thinking about my father William, whose name comes from the German Wilhelm for helmet. He died at age 55 from colon cancer or its complications. The name of his high school yearbook was the Colophon. Reflecting on this made me wonder if it is not only fiber and diet that affect the health of the colon, but also its Ph.
Back to the sycamore tree with sideways withers, observe a Bell Telephone pole within the park. Metal numbers and a letter with a dash
N – 1
are nailed to the pole. the lines connect to the larger telephone pole across the stream.
More pathlings, one of a broken pine cone in vertical section with pine needles. Met a friend from the horse world and her 21-month old son!
Back to school season is upon us. While the savvy and most organized shoppers have already placed orders for school things back in April or May, right now is the prime time to start thinking about AHHH! school supplies.
My mother was a big fan of stationery. She liked to shop for fresh items. She liked different things. She passed that love on to her daughter, who is borderline paperholic. No, full-fledged! What could be better than fresh pads of paper, notebooks full of nothing but possibility, new pencils and erasers, art supplies. They give you hope. You give them ideas! You exercise creative power!
As an Amazon warehouse worker and picker of orders, today and yesterday have seen a lot of Crayola products, from tank-style markers to boxes of crayons to – one of my favorites: the metallic coloring pencils. Crayola is not just for kindergarten age people.
Speaking of kindergarten, a book called Mrs. Bindergarten and her Kindergarten or something like that came across my path today – she is getting 26 new students and they have interesting names.
Also related to school is the book bag or back pack. The Leaper knapsacks with pretty and colorful flowers and nice stitching continue to impress, along with their slogan or motto: Action is Power. (Information is power too; nonaction is also an action.) Today there were daisies and some earth tones that transition from spring and summer into the autumn weather. A refreshing sight is also a simple backpack and North Face had this in their RECON backpack in dark blue with some green accent details. In the area of novelty bags are the Harry Potter Diamond Houses slouch bag, and Bose sound systems has a very cute charcoal color soft bag about five to six inches square that appeals to me.
It is not possible for a person on a modest budget to purchase everything one sees. If there were less spending limit and more free retail rein, these are some things yours truly might buy:
Repel lemon and eucalyptus bug repellant in a carry-along two pack.
A tee-shirt from The Mountain. They are always coming out with a new shirt with cats of wolves or something and it is always enjoyable to find one.
Funny meow drink cozies with a white cat that has red white and blue stripes on its face. Ha!
A Tart Tamper. This is a smooth-turned wooden stick that I have never used one of these in my life but why not?
C-Line three-ring notebook pouches.
Even —— ? Cake strips. These are to make nice unruffled edges on multi-level cakes,
A Peter Pauper press mosaic journal in brown and gold hues.
Stepping toward Heaven??? A purple journal that was written a long time ago. Steps to Heaven?
Something CIGA striped bathing suit in red.
Putting mirror to align your shots on the gold course or putting green.
Gracious Granola from a company called 18 Rabbits, with a San Francisco address, looked yummy and it is hard to sell me granola.
Cute baby nail clippers with a yellow duck on them and a Japanese name.
A blue baseball cap with a fleur-de-lis and postmodern bling.
JAXX portion control lunch bag with a beverage container that rides with it. These just in!
Eighteen three and a half by one inch cardboard strips were inside a plastic tote. I picked them up as trash and find them endlessly fascinating – they emit positive feng shui vibrations. In the middle of it all was a nifty metal pipe fitting from a company named Merit.
Friday morning as the author of this post drove out towards work the sky was painted with a broad white strip of a cloud that was composed of many smaller strips of clouds. Jack White! COuld hardly believe my eyes. It was an eye opener and an eye work out and an inspiration all in one.
The commute included Gregg Whiteside on WRTI playing the music of Glazunov and somewhere he made a comment like “tonal bubble bath variety” perhaps unrelated to that particular piece as sometimes we jot things down in spurts while in the car.
ONe of the first trucks that caught my eye was MORRIS BLACK. and there was a large new Schlouch truck as the company gains visibility every day. A vanity plate of the day was PURDUE 1 and there were three fishes on the left side of the rear of the automobile.
Work at Amazon was a positive day., Rate was on the plus side of the mark and saw a number of interesting items such as Little Owl’s Night, Please Mr. Panda and an Eric Carle board book with a caterpillar followed soon by a baby outfit with a caterpillar applique. The most interesting book for persons above a 9th grade reading level were *****Finis Dunaway Natural Visions ***** and a textbook about management of Grasslands of California.
Ate a salad for lunch – outside at the Amazon picnic tables. This meant foregoing the 16 Premium Saltine Cracker lunch that is de rigueur. It was refreshing to eat greens, they were conatined in a Turkey Hill Neapolitan ice cream carton that fit the bill of fare well. (Now the container is being use as a compost holder in the kitchen at home.)
En route from work in the evening, listened to some jazz on WRTI – Jeff D hosted Eric Mintel and they played a fascinating version of Take Five. If possible, may go to the Deer Head Inn to hear them tonight,
Switched the station to WXPN for some mind-blowing space music on Making Time Radio. Stopped at home to check on the kitties and previewed the scene at the Crowne Plaza in Reading which hosts the Pagoda City Tattoo Fest this weekend. Colorful people gather here! Found two shiny pennies in the parking lot which doubles the coinage in my wallet. The weather is heavenly and my mind is full of preparations for the Wyomissing Home Depot Craft Fair next Saturday. Made some cauliflower for part of late dinner and wondered who twists the plastic to seal the crown of the vegetable? Who does that? They had done a fine job and I appreciated it, getting vegetables to the opposite end of the country. The printing on the bag reveals the source as Steinbeck country in California, prompting this adventurer to make a note to visit that place. I love East of Eden, Grapes of Wrath and of Mice and Men!
Morning rain made the scenery liquid, a blur except for a signpost in the land-sea. At home, fed the kitties and turned to Emerson for a glimpse into the Conduct of Life before turning in for the day.
Car that follow me.
Hot spell has been broken, bye-bye Beelzebub. Today is a devilish beauty of a day.
At the coffee shop find torn bit of paper with which to make a collage. I delayed in picking it up on the way inside. It required some fishing underneath the carriage of the car parked next to the Sleepymobile, since a car parked in the spot while I was inside at the filling station and what was once free and easy now required work to obtain.
A pair of wooden brace-like sticks rest in my trunk, going from place to place. They are of unidentified intended use. I used one of them as a kind of fishing rod to coax the piece of paper toward me. I was able to fish out the paper from inside edge of the driver’s side rear wheel. It is this kind of task which can make a person feel highly useful and with a sense of purpose, completely in touch with reality.
During the morning errands to gather wisdom saw a sign for DREAM GARDEN Chinese food along Penn avenue for more please go to The New Urban Placebook. http://newurbanplacebook.wordpress.com/2013/07/26/dream-garden/
A vehicle plastered with bumper stickers that were allowed to venture beyond the realm of the bumper itself broadcast: I LOVE LOCAL and Take A Hike, immediately made me think: I love to take a local hike. I was taking a black and white cookie to the tuxedo store that I called when I was looking for my Tuxedo cat, the one who has been found. Along the Fritztown road, in front of a storage village were a series of signs, three I think, that read THE SLEEPING GIANT. A report later came through on the car radio that coffee is linked to a reduced suicide rate. Wake up! Wake up, wake up and smell the coffee!