A year of us | day 284

A year of us | day 284

day 284

I read a few pages of My Struggle then went for a long walk in the morning. Up one hill down another and saw a squirrel leap in and out of a dumpster and the field where the cattle herd grazed before the barn burned down. I hadn’t been up that road in over a year. I forgot about the news: San Joaquin Valley Is Sinking From Groundwater Extraction, Global Warming Worsens California Drought, North and South Korea Exchanged Fire On Thursday. Some things felt permanently broken. I came home and made corn soup then took the boys out for errands. We picked up sandwiches and sushi for dinner and then let them loose in the yard where they scuttled around like beetles until bedtime.

A year of us | day 283

A year of us | day 283

day 283

The weeds out front had grown window high during summer’s heyday. I marveled at their resilience. Those plants were angling to reach the sky by summer’s end. I could barely muster up the energy to wash a sink filled with dishes and fold two baskets of laundry. Still I finished both and cleaned up the train tracks we built earlier, although my body moved as if it was submerged in clay soil. I entertained the idea of making corn soup for dinner. Instead I stayed stuck to the couch and wondered if tomatoes and toast would suffice as dinner. I counted the hours until sunset.

A year of us | day 280

A year of us | day 280

day 280

Fennel, fennel. Lots of fennel on a dizzying hot August day. Fennel in salads with greens, corn, beets, and carrots. Then a red potato salad with more chopped fennel fronds, red onions, vinegar, oil, capers, and eggs. My shirt was soaked with steam and sweat, yes even boiled potatoes and eggs meant work and more heat. It wouldn’t be summer without potato salad or water or sweet tea. We filled the wading pool with cold water and splashed around, skipped the tea, and wished for a much bigger pool so I could’ve floated neck deep.