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Today’s reading is Guy Murchie’s “The Seven Mysteries of Life”. In it he explains one particular fact concerning geometries, that the hexagons of bees’ chambers are the natural response of stacked cylinders to pressure.
Also reading: “Enneagram Studies”.
I can sense the beginning of the end of a very dark period for this person here. Illness, death, personal turmoil — and lawnmowers — all figure in, and the addressable issues are being addressed, meaning personal turmoil and lawnmowers. The nadir was this saturday afternoon’s response to inner darkness, where in a moment of lapsed attention, poor judgment and subconscious fury I ran a (yes, Craftsman) lawnmower, borrowed from a neighbor, over a metal crossbar from the hammock stand, instantly and irrevocable bending the crankshaft. This forced me indoors to the computer, where I dropped $300 on a new one with service plan, now given to the neighbor until I can suitably repair his.
Now, this period is coming to an end. I have bottomed out and am on the upswing.
I have made a new contact at the local big botanical garden, and have managed to arrange a contact between the garden and two remarkable trees in the neighborhood, both of which will — if the planets line up just right — be transplanted to become part of the Madagascar Spiny Forest Exhibit. Both of these specimens, an adolescent Adansonia grandidieri and a large Pachypodium lamerei were discovered on bike rides during the Fall of 2006.
Tomorrow morning a security system in being installed in our home. This is not good news, but it is a necessity due to deteriorating neighborhood conditions arising in part from 24 hr./day slot machine gambling at the current and former dog track now with casino four blocks south.
Henry brought his 1″ tall micro-mini Obi Wan Kenobi to the breakfast table this morning, having suddenly discovered the Jedi’s secret. Much hilarity ensued:
He’s hung like a cubist donkey…
I’ve been trying to get a shot of one of these for years. They appear during the warm months and hang around in the shade under trees, hovering, darting, hovering, hovering, hanging in one spot motionless save their wings. This morning this fellow was in the alley behind the house:
Watch ‘em while they’re hot, thanks to Billy Taylor. These won’t be up long: