If I didn't know better, I'd have called today a Fall Apart Day. Things have been a little weird in the Land of Laura. Mmmm. Maybe I need to have a look-see with the astral line-up, check on any wild hares or black holes which may have appeared as I sipped coffee this morning, daydreaming instead of moving my pen across the pages.
For a couple of days I've had a nervous stomach, something which used to lay me out flat on the kitchen floor. This was nothing like that, but persistent, nagging, borderline painful.
You know what? The fire alarm went off again. This time because the stovepipe is new, and stinks a bit, and makes most likely, poisonous fumes, so the alarm went berserk. Luna came running to find me, and we went looking for Emerson. He was cowering behind our bed, trying to force his 78+lbs. under it. His ears were down, his eyes huge. Poor baby! I am thinking that I need to put a permanent sign on the front porch for the neighbors and firepeople, in case of emergency; look under the bed for the Labrador.
I took my camera and went out the front door, hopped in the car, and headed towards my closest daughter's house. In the car, for me, is a sanctuary of sorts. I am completely in control (yes, I know, it is an illusion of control, but never mind). I sing, pray, talk, swear, cry, laugh. I am entertained, soothed, supported, enjoyed. I am the center of the LPC Universe, don't have to watch what I say. Uncensored.
Today my mind was occupied by thoughts of my elder brother. He's been having some health challenges. Damn. Of course, my mind goes backwards, to our growing up river, out in the hills, "the boonies," he'd always say. It's true. We were backwoods kids.
I just talked briefly with my sister to learn that his hospitalization was caused most likely, by an adverse reaction to the drugs he was given in preparation for the procedure he had yesterday. Jesus H Christ. Sorry. A risk to taking drugs is reaction to the drugs.
The morning light seemed to careen from red to yellow to green to blue back to yellow. The vines are a riot of color. They've been watered, fed, trellised, sprayed, pruned, rained upon, frosted, boiled, roasted, dusted, fertilized and finally, harvested. Now they are a free-for-all of color. Days pass, and all that riot will be on the ground.
Life is just pretty. Sometimes astounding.
At Sarah's gate the Dogwood is all decked out in scarlet. My brother is mending. I am heading for bed.