Gleaning

When my husband sings, "The Pickers are coming....", I start crying.    Now at four thirty a.m. I am too vunerable.   Not even the song itself but what it evokes in me.   If he then breaks into, "Empty Chairs and Empty Tables",  actually that's not in his range, . . but that's where I'm going.    Life is so preciously brief.
One of the best humans I have known committed suicide recently.   There are Hemlock trees all over my property.    I begin to wonder if a Hem lock is a stitch based on the needle shape.     Holds the ends, keeps them from fraying.
The advantage to living in a collective, group house, residential hotel, or cool apartment building is this Wolfing hour.   One can prowl and sniff out another moon howler.   Together somehow you become human again or the sun comes up.
Cats are good for this also.   Dogs always want to go out like me.   Cats will hang with you as if calling friends at this time is normal.
Today I was concerned that I mistitled a book.   Out in the middle of a wonderful bike run in Weiser State forest I said, "Hey butterfly on that milkweed, "They Were the Mulvaneys", Dude" and he said, "That's why she's the writer".
Later on this would become a pftss.
Can't believe I road raged on the way to pick up my new phone.    One of my worst old driving habits.  Last night I was horrified to wake up and find that I had left a hat on a bed.   I snatched it up and thought if I make this up into the couch it really is then it's not a bed and I can undo the hat on the bed curse.
But I was the curse.   If a tail-gater, a Pennslyvania right, by the way, to ride your bumper as if a one car length for every ten mile law didn't exist, if one rides your bumper, you are supposed to turn the other cheek and pull over.   Already going 20 miles over the speed limit I don't oblige but give the 'back off buddy' signal in my mirror.   He increases his speed, Mr. EVW 1932 Penn. BMW.   Which is what I call him later at the stop light after he has passed me only to tailgate another.    A school bus also pulls out in front of him.   I let him know how much joy this brings me.   It is 95 degrees and I have crossed over into Police of the Neighborhood.
They all turn right but I am going left.   Gleefully picking up speed I race to get my new phone feeling vindicated.   Vin Dieselated.    I pull up to Verizon and go for my wallet, driver's license, cash, cards and realize they are in my bike pack.   I am having road rage without a license.   Slinking back home to get my wallet, I thank the powers that be for second chances.

Today is-
Be nice to folks who seem obsessed with their smart phones, especially knowing they take huge amounts of energy-Day
I don't know how I lived before.   Ah yes, there's that sun!