anniversaries

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Sandy River Delta (aka 1000 Acres) was gorgeous Friday. Warm weather and blue skies started the walk — and the temperature would beat the average by 14 points. it was warm enough to set the frogs anthem, and to call in a heron to stalk them.

(It’s inspired some thinking about frog poetry, which I have been thinking about without something settling in my brain. Sometimes I have to free write. Sometimes I have to let things stew, internally, for productive writing to take hold. I have not been able to figure out why or when those work best. It’s hit or miss with my fingers, my mind.)

Sport’s birthday was Friday. He’s a dog, although I can still call him a young dog.

Today is an anniversary, of sorts. I was laid off a year ago and continue to be “underemployed.” It’s a bit dismal of an employment outlook, at least in my current field, and I’m feeling very middle-aged and fuzzy-brained about what I ought to do.

But when I take a walk with my dog, feel an early spring, or at least a break in the winter — so different from what others experience — I feel fortunate. I just wish that feeling lasted longer than a sun break.

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