A Tosa resident since 1991, Christine walks the dog, cooks but avoids housework, writes and reads, and enjoys the company of friends and strangers. Her job takes her around the state, learning about people's health. A Quaker (no, they don't wear blue hats or sell oatmeal or motor oil), she has been known to stand on both sides of the political and philosophic fence at the same time, which is very uncomfortable when you think about it. She writes about pretty much whatever stops in to visit her busy mind at the moment. One reader described her as "incredibly opinionated but not judgmental." That sounds like a good thing to strive for!
Oh! Children home, warm sleeping beds
I CHECKED. THREE TIMES! OH YES!! !
Oh! Boots-coat: OUTSIDE. Car. YES!!!
Oh! Deep earth smells, warm and wiggling things there
and digging dirt -- nose knows deep, deeper, deeper, DEEPER. . .
Downrunning places, uprunning places, zigzagging places and
tall grasses swish, swish, swish, run faster leaping now
jump walls, hiding brush and brambles
Oh! Others! Butts. Butts. Butts. Buttsbuttsbuttsbuttsbutts. . .
Sixty ducks: I made 'em lift and squawk, I, I, oh fill
my herding heart here, now, but geese are better: where?
That woman whistling but not yet one more
downrunning swish, swish, swish and watercharging splashing
turn on a dime. Oh! Oh! YES.
Fox scat, owl pellets, rolling rolling ecstasy. Oh! Oh! OH!!!
(NO. No bathtub. No shampoo. NO!
And no squirrels.
And no balls.
And no half-open doors.
No no no no no!)
Okay. Outside. Leaves and grass smell. Better. GOOD!