Dog Days of Summer

This happened once before - years ago when we were vacationing in the Adirondacks.  I had signed up for a class in birch bark art.  At cocktail time I ran into the teacher who said, "Why weren't you in class today?"  "Oh, I'm signed up for the Wednesday class."  "Today is Wednesday."  I had entered into the fullness of vacation mode.

I posted a blog yesterday, thinking it was Thursday.  That doesn't mean I have Early Onset Altzheimers does it?  Tell me it doesn't. 

I just finished reading "Still Alice" by Lisa Genova.  The book is a fictional, but realistic account of a 50-year-old Harvard psychology professor losing her memory.  I couldn't put it down, wondering if I was reading about my future.  Now every time I walk into a room and say, "What did I come in here for?" I think of Alice in the novel.  Fortunately this hasn't yet happened to me in a bathroom stall.

I'm just enjoying the dog days of summer.

Seeds from a Birch Tree

This morning's coffee was accompanied by a delicious book that recently arrived in the mail - "Seeds from a Birch Tree" by Clark Strand.

One of my bad habits is reading about writing instead of writing. Another bad habit is reading about spirituality instead of saying my prayers, and so Clark’s book is the perfect indulgence.  The subtitle is "Writing Haiku and the Spiritual Journey".

I haven't written any haiku yet, so I'll give you one of Strand's: 

sparrows flutter down

into bushes full of light

without any leaves.