by dishpantheism

driving home from my father’s cabin this evening with a blinding moon in the rearview. iridescent eyes in the margin. a doe scrabbled down on backward knees and crossed under the lowest strand of barbed wire fence. her agile stotting wasted like that.

a while back my dad gave me an estwing hatchet he’d found on a hill near his cabin. it’s very old. i’m refinishing it. he gave me a cache of old cast iron skillets and dutch ovens. griswold and wagner. some of them close to a hundred years old. i can only cook with cast iron else i burn everything. i’ve been using an electrolytic bath to remove the years of rust. current and sodium carbonate solution. a sacrificial anode. the rusty water is given to the pumpkin patch. ferdie cat is eager to help with these goings on. 

estwingside

estwingend

nearhappyisles

halfdome

tanayalake

tuolumnebear

hotcreek

 

went to the mountains. met a few interesting folk. on the first night someone in a nearby camp played the fiddle until late. someone else sang unaccompanied. there was a campfire of jeffrey pine that smelled like butterscotch and vanilla. a family of great gray owls singing down from the trees. spent a few days walking the western sierra. a few days walking the eastern. revisited mono lake and saw an osprey nest. goldenrod and asters blooming. rabbitbrush too. ate rose hips. pocketed columbine and sneezeweed seed. dipped toes in a hot creek. successfully avoided being boiled alive in the hot spring itself. climbed in a cave. sifted squirrel mounds for arrowheads. 

got my pre-employment physical today. jabs for the tb test. the nurse admired her handiwork and said “oh what a perfect circle!” as the serum bubbled up under my skin. i can’t even see it now. fleeting.

big imminent things. scary. time speeds up. i feel overwhelmed by it. i think these are tasks for two people. or maybe two lifetimes. had a conversation about genetic chimeras in the back of a van. sister always jokes that i was two before i absorbed my twin in the womb. sounds like something i’d do. 

wellidy.

 

 

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