Everything is beginning to pop in the gardens, with the peak coming in the next few weeks or so. Three sets of wrens are happily raising families, serenading me while I work and relax. Mr. bear left me a couple of giant piles of shit on the woods path, but I am not complaining, as he has never bothered to crash the fence and tear down the bird feeders as they are infamous for. Eric will bring up the boys mid August and we will all camp in the Keweenaw Peninsula which will be a flashback to when Eric and his siblings were growing up. He is looking for employment in the pharmaceutical industry (research) and will be leaving his position in academia at University of Michigan when he finds something to his liking. He has a new love who his older sister hooked him up with in California and has flown out there three times in the past few weeks-genuine symptoms of a severe pussy trance as Jim Harrison's ne'r do well character from the U.P. , Brown Dog, referred to it as. I suspect he may relocate there and Maddy wants to attend Stanford for law school there as well when she finishes her BA at University of Michigan. I could feasibly end up with all my kids in California-a consequence of raising them to be independent and to pursue their dreams.
My mind's distracted and diffused
My thoughts are many miles away
They lie with you when you're asleep
And kiss you when you start your day.
And a song I was writing is left undone
I don't know why I spend my time
Writing songs I can't believe
With words that tear and strain to rhyme.
Simon and Garfunkel-Kathy's Song