Standing and Crawling

I am on my feet; the laptop is resting on four sleeved volumes — two containing the work of Nora Zeale Hurston, and the others, nine novels from the Harlem Renaissance. The left side of the computer is above and partly hides my old Royal typewriter. To the right, The Life of Langston Hughes. Behind them, Plutarch’s Lives. Behind them, the complete writings of Robert Browning. And behind all that, the big front window.

I picked the last apricot early this morning. I also picked half a pint of blueberries. The blueberry bush is not its exuberant self this year. The heat wave was hard on it. But it will survive.

Yesterday afternoon I spent some time crawling around on the floor. It was not something I needed to do. I was not looking for anything. I did find something, though: an interesting perspective.

July 20, 2021

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