Today has been a day of seagulls. On my way home I slowed down to a crawl because a flock of gulls had surrounded an old man by the roadside. I think he was feeding them, and they wandered contentedly in the street. Out walking beside the ocean this afternoon, I saw was the usual unremarkable seagull presence and then, lit by the low sunlight, one gull coasted in on a flurry of white wings. It wandered on the shallow beach, zigzag-ing its way closer to me and cocking its head in a questioning way.
This morning, despite my lucky squirrel socks, I stalled through three lights at a little hill in town. Happily, at that hour of the predawn there was no one to see. Still a little shaky from my drive (calm reservoirs get low when overtired) while walking to work from the car in the dark, I heard something move in the bushes beside the sidewalk. I started and ran.
Work went surprisingly well for such a tired day. I got stuff done and made people laugh, which seems like an all around success to me.
There are some things I like about my job and its hours. Often I’ll look up from rolling pastry to see people going by with umbrellas in the grey drizzle, and by the time I’m done work the sky clears up and there are usually patches, if not great swaths, of blue. Sleep deficiency makes me feel fragile and more open, which can be a beautiful experience.
A woman I worked with for years always commented that she had trouble sleeping when the moon was full. I think there may be something in this for me. The brightness inspires a creaturely alertness and the night is very beautiful when the moon is out.
I was lamenting to J on how this blog seems to have turned into “I woke up early, drove to work and hopefully didn’t stall too much, worked, then came home and hung out with my rabbits” and he suggested that maybe this could be a dream post, about where I would like to be a year from now and what I wish I were doing. He’s a clever man. What I would really like is to be at home with a baby, and to have a big vegetable garden and chickens, and spend my spare time baking, painting and crafting.
We are having a roast for dinner tonight, in stages because it always seems to take longer than we plan for. It is somewhat of a picnic as we’ve set up blankets on the floor in front of the fireplace.
Here is Seven the rabbit’s advanced maths for the evening: