I’ll be taking the rest of April off to regroup on my blogging/writing goals.
Loquat tree.
Almanac / outlook, Mar 31 to Apr 06
Chance of rain at the beginning of the week, followed by sunny yet cool temperatures.
A bit warmer on the weekend.
Sunrise has fallen below six in the morning, and sunset is fast approaching half past seven.
There are over twelve and a half hours of daylight1 now.
The moon is very fresh and will wax to over half full this week.
Nights will continue to be dark2.
Day Bits
Trying for more small observations this week.
MAR31MON
I saw the sky shredding itself while out for my run.
The clouds tore, twisted, sheared, and whisped in roiling whorls.
This morning I noticed that the neighbor’s loquat tree had slyly snuck its annual crop into the deep green leaves again.
I’m caught off guard by their sudden appearance every year.
The rain started just after we turned around, just short of the furthest distance from home.
We anticipated this; we had our umbrellas, but we still ended up wet from the shower.
Especially the dog.
The air this morning is filled with a damp vegetal scent, growing plants wet from the recent rain and anticipating more soon.
It’s not that wet dust smell, spring is sprung, all the plants have donned their finest greenery.
APR03THU
Just a quick health note: not feeling great in the afternoon.
APR04FRI
We received the devastating news that a friend’s dog has a very aggressive cancer.
The feeling echoed, reverberated, all throughout the day, returning suddenly after moments of calm forgetfulness.
APR05SAT
The chronically empty light rail station nearest to my house is astoundingly unpleasant.
This platform is between the two sides of a busy freeway.
Well, it’s not as busy in the middle of the night, I’m sure.
But neither does the train run at that time either.
The reigning feature of this location is the complete lack of any sound barrier between an infinite stream of cars and the riders waiting for the next train to arrive not soon enough.
These patient, surely hypothetical, patrons are rewarded with a sonic tapestry that is one continuous and endlessly loud rush of cars passing at 75 mph not more than 20 feet away.
No wonder this station is abundantly under utilized.
APR06SUN
Warmed cloth is truly a sensuous pleasure.
It can be in a sunbeam on a cool day, by the fireplace after coming in from the rain, or inside a hot car on a windy day at the beach.
Today it was while folding sheets right out of the dryer.
Chainsaws in the medium distance, with the accompaniment of a roofer’s nail gun.
The usual lawn mowers, airplanes both jet powered and prop propelled.
All this drifting in through the open back door on a perfectly temperate spring afternoon.
Cars whooshing close by.
The highway has a particularly loud murmuration when the wind direction wanders more our way.
There are soft moments too, when the conductor lowers his wand and all the sounds of this warming orchestra simultaneously silence.
I’m surprised at how often I hear an engine oscillating at its rev-limit in the distance.
Now the neighborhood dog is barking its common lamentation again, and a horn is honking at the intersection a few blocks away.
Our own wind chime plays softly in the occasional breeze.
I will not say that it combines to make a particularly pleasing din.
While it looks like a lot of words, it was a real struggle this week.
There were a lot of things going on, and my fitness activities suffered.
I’m declaring a pause for the rest of the month of April; I’ll be back in May.
Outside Events
It appears that fatigue is setting in.
There were plenty of events this week, but the main standout was the tariffs.