September 2, 2024
Productive Labor Day. Moderate gardening– dead-heading, weeding. Almost stepped on my rabbit under the pink front rose. Saw him again sitting on the garden’s edge at twilight, gave him a wide berth so I wouldn’t startle him twice in one day. Sat on the front porch for a time, and a blue-tailed skink foraged his way across the bricks, touching my foot with his nose twice. No reaction. I might as well have been a stone.
Smiled thinking of a dirty song TD and I shared long ago. Our estrangement is so pointless and so complete it must have been ordained by the gods.
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