sunny day

I opened the back door this morning to let in the clear air of morning and got a face full of canine habitat aroma. The sun is out and roasting their side of the yard. They have half, we have half. They crap in theirs. We usually don't. We hadn't changed out the cedar chips in awhile, so that's what the day called for. Much better now.

It is the first really warm day in Portland. Everyone is out and about. I went to a very good meeting and felt like I was part of something for the first time in awhile. Tomorrow is Easter Sunday and I wish a happy Easter to all of the faithful and a happy Spring to you heathens, my husband included.

samson

I cut off my hair. In the background I hear the strains of Crosby, Stills and Nash, maybe Young. Only its not almost. Most of my long blonde curlylocks fell out because of rapid weight loss, so I'm starting over. Short and sweet. But, like Samson and Delilah, I have this lingering belief that I have lost some essential power. Like many beliefs, it isn't true, just coercive and unsettling. Too many Bible stories, too young.