There, I have taken the first step in adding an entry. Perhaps that will suffice for another week or two. Perhaps not. One of my problems is that my son-in-law, Bobby (I can never remember whether it is "y" or "ie" ), for my three-quarters of a century birthday back in June, gave me an exciting, pulse pounding sci-fi novel, the first in a series of five called the Expanse novels, by James A. S. Corey. In high school I had read every sci-fi novel both the school library and the public library (right across the street from the high school) had. So. The lizard part of my brain, it turns out, still loves them. I am halfway through novel four, Cibola Burn. I still do not know what the title refers to, but I am patient, except that when I sit down at the table, toilet, chair, I tend to open the kindle and read, rather than write, except for today. Conscience took the lizard by the tail and flung him against the hard "wall," of my head, so to speak, and here I am, armed with my stylus and talking.
Wow! I just attached the image for this entry and it positioned itself perfectly, the hummingbird moth. That was to be my first subject until the lizard interrupted again, though I have to find my notes since the meeting with the moth ("real living is meeting," Martin Buber) took place three or four days ago.
Of course the notes were not in the pile of papers on the table. I went through them twice; thus, my memory will have to do, ha! I went outside and off to my right, from the large covered deck, is the rose garden. There are some roses left, but the beds are now covered with tall flowers of varying colors apparently called cleomes (that is what it sounded like when Mary said it). There is also a butterfly bush upon which something was buzzing. I walked down from the deck and into the rose garden to investigate. I thought it was probably a bumblebee; however, when I got close I saw that the flying delight was the hummingbird moth. What a treat! I had seen them before but not for a while and not up this close and personal.
At one point it flew toward me and was about a foot from my face. I stood very still and let it work. The lovely moth visited all the blossoms on the bush before it zoomed out the far end of the garden. I still did not move and shortly it returned (or another just like it) and visited the flowers again. When it left for good, I too wandered out of the rose garden and into other parts of backyard, enjoying the various varieties of flowers, shrubs, and gravel pathways.
At the moment as I looked out the window I could see this tall, bright orange flower whose name I cannot remember though she said it was also called a Mexican something, a Mexican sunflower, I think. I saw the flower moving oddly for a tall flower, but when I put my glasses on, I could see a yellow swallowtail sitting on top of it. Another gift. This morning, well, this noon when I went out the front of the house, I saw a nuthatch walking upside down the maple tree, and this afternoon when I went for a walk out back about three, I saw two black capped chickadees in the rose garden, obviously zeroing in on the feeders close by.
Well, I have been sitting here for a bit, just staring out the window into the backyard. The swallowtail came back, or another just like it, but the lizard is stirring again. Therefore, it is back to the Kindle app and the further adventures of Jim Holden, the major reoccurring character through the series, and his small crew of three on their heavily armed space ship, the Rocinante. Whoo boy! And all on one device! Technology.