Can you imagine being a fish in the Animas River running through southwestern Colorado? That area is one of the most beautiful areas in the west, but for now, the EPA’s mine spill of 3 million gallons of orange sludge has certainly tainted the view. I’d be willing to guess that we taxpayers spend more cleaning it up now, than the gold and other minerals were worth when they were originally mined, that is if it’s possible to clean up.
Everyone around here seems to be having difficulty adjusting to the mode of “back to school.” That is – the teacher people that I know are having difficulty, and the students are about to, however, the parents seem more than ready to shoo their kids toward the bus. For my part, I thought the summer just got started, but I suppose not.
The larger pumpkins in the garden are already turning orange. I must really be out of sync because I do not think that is appropriate – at all. So here’s a question for you. Does anyone out there have a mental calendar, shaped like a clock, that is big enough to walk around on? In my head, I move myself around on the big, round board to the appropriate month. Now, I don’t recall ever seeing a round, clock-like calendar, but I have done this in my head since I was a kid. Maybe I saw one some time and the memory filed itself away. I don’t know, but for as long as I can remember, when the seasons change, I move on the clock – calendar – in my head. Maybe it’s a writer’s thing. haha. Imagination?
Speaking of which, the fantasy I’m writing is progressing nicely even with all of the sewing projects of late. It is the only writing project that made any headway this summer. Oh My! The house just got invaded by zombies (friends of my granddaughter in make-up). I love the chaos. I’m not sure if they’re practicing for Halloween, but they look straight out of Hollywood.
And so it goes…