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  • Spiderwebs are huge in the overgrown garden and the grass needs cutting.

    I'm not returned to writing here simply because the summer's over.
    Heck I'm leaving this week for a road-trip to Arizona with my Dad, who has decided to be "a man in his 70's who goes road tripping". It'll be summer still in LA, then Nevada, then Arizona.

    I'm not returned to writing here because I'm angst ridden about the relationship I left after 7 years. It finally hit the exact point where working it out and trying harder to understand and be understood became obviously the wrong course of action to pursue. the EXACT POINT.
    Sure, October would have been 8 years. Sure its hard to be single....again (thanks Mom!). But the fact that my son didn't remark upon my ex's absence for 3 months, that I didn't stay in it out of fear or guilt or apathy.... Those are telling things too.

    As a gardener, I'm thinking of this year as a 'hard pruning' , necessary to long term health and well being. Gal as rose bush or fruit tree.

    I may have been too sad, or worried that my words might be maudlin or perhaps untrue if I wrote sooner. Better to keep one's own counsel than to be forced into retraction later. I had to wait til 11:00 PM on a Sunday to update my relationship status after all. Watching the desire to be truthful and forthright duke it out with the creature in me that doesn't particularly want to talk about it.

    I'm not returned to writing here because I'm bursting at the seams. I'm not particularly driven.
    It was a back-porch with coffee and the dogs impulse. Watching summer sink into the details of putting the garden to bed last run of lettuce planting where I just harvested the mini pumpkins.

    Not because it's Fall or anything
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