maybe

I’m going to reenter, slow as a snake, slow as a seep, and with tedious, but flecked sparsely with sparkles, amounts of careful consideration.

As for politics...there’s only so much you can take before you begin to feel that your adrenals have been sucked dry and your previously piqued interest turned inside-out and hung from a clothes line.

As for grocery shopping...trying to hand someone the zip-top cooler bag, weighted down with a ½ gallon each of soymilk, orange juice, and apple cider plus an assortment of dog treats and frozen berries, can be a trick indeed. Just because it needs to be held by two handles. It takes two fully available hands to position those two handles in such a way that someone will grasp them both, and if you do not position them properly, he almost certainly will grab only one, or try to stick his hand through sideways--missing them both altogether. But you want him to help, so you have to down that last ounce of Trader Joe’s coffee sample and stuff the cup in your pocket so you can attend to the grocery bag handles. It is strange what things are hard and what things are not so.

I spent all day yesterday trying to think of the word “escapement,” as in the inner workings of a mechanical clock. And I didn’t. Think of the word. I had to flip back a few chapters in the book The Discoverers, and just find it, because it was completely eluding me, the silly word.

Green porch rockers, a glass of wine, and a Bill Bryson book on a cool October afternoon make a fine combination of things.