Dragonfly

 

October 9, 2025

Moon, rising late and late-enduring, colored the west just as dawn colored the east. 

Planted narcissus and crocus yesterday– some of what lies waiting to be planted. Managed to fix the pond pump, an issue that has surprising effect on my state of mind. The solution came– I swear– in a dream, in which I was cleaning things at an archaeological site with the garden hose. Trundled out and fired the hose into the pump pit, and at one point dislodged a wad of vegetation from what I take to be the intake pipe. Rejoiced. Assured the fish that they soon would be able to breathe. Sat down to watch the water flow, ended up watching a dragonfly for most of half an hour. She swooped and hovered, laying eggs, I thought, but she dipped her tail in the water only once or twice, spent the rest of the time hovering, as though she were going on a journey and wanted to remember every detail of her home. 

Security camera picks up Bart the cat sunning on the porch. 

Watched an interview made with Jane Goodall in anticipation of her death. She relived her life and her scientific observations. She was like a creature from another world, calm, direct, humane, not one observation dogmatic, every detail draw from close and verified observation. We could have lost the entire present administration and kept her. 

T and I had coffee in the cold morning light and spent two solid hours excoriating Trump and his works.  Just like old times. 

Trip to Ferguson Auditorium on the AB Tech campus to decide how to set it up for the AVLGMC concert. I stood there thinking about other things while the boys whirled about in an excited frenzy of organization and problem-solving. How I admired their enthusiasm, their energy. I must have been like that at one point, though I don’t recall ever being much of a planner. “Just come out and sing” was a suggestion not at all tuned to the moment.