Hard to know what to do when one wakes up in a fighting mood, and there's no one to fight with and not even a clear, distant opponent.  The only answer is to roll out to the garden, park under the tomatoes and contemplate growth.  They are downright arboreal, these vines.  The tomatoes are appearing higher and higher up their branches.  Doubtless this imitates certain trees, although why I believe this...well, that is uncertain.  Nor is it clear why I retreat to the tomato Read more [...]

My disregard for and distrust of technical language seems so deeply rooted in my past that the matter seems incurable.  Still, even the middle-aged mind has to open occasionally.  So damned if it didn't come to me, tilted back in my wheelchair in the midst of a morning muse upon my current state of anxiety.  That is to say, things came into focus.  The light bouncing off my retina finally wound its way through the right cells of my brain, producing a sort of harmony between, if Read more [...]