monday morning

For some inexplicable reason, my mood shifted overnight (even after some really weird dreams about car/phone malfunctions, being lost in a strange city, and needing to call Chris and being unable to....analysis, anyone?).

Got the car's oil changed this morning, and got done in time to come home and walk the dogs. I've been looking for--and therefore finding--potsherds again, feeling the connection renew between myself and those ancestors, finding their leftovers and feeling blessed to do so.

The desert broom is in bloom....picture a shrubby evergreen, broomish looking branches. Each branch tip slowly whitens and then opens, releasing jillions of white floaty seedlings (think dandelion, only a little smaller and many many more of them per bud). There are scads of buds opening per plant. There are so many of these little seed floaters that they gather in lowlying areas and bank like snow. So i'm walking along in a tank top, looking at snow-like drifts along the river bank....and longing for my lover to arrive.

That may take awhile; if you're keeping up with his blog you'll know he's in the midst of a custody battle, and taking the high road all the way. That certainly takes precedence over getting down here (wah) and even though i don't like it much, i'm trying--trying--to keep my big nose out of it.

So i'm going to exercise and get ready for work, have a great week y'all and thanks for the moral support!

:)