GIFTING & NaNo

A month and three days since my fall and everything seems to be functioning. No coffee since mid-October. sigh I cut back on salt. Cut wine from 30 glasses/ month to 2. I did not stop running after the Bridge Crossing—ran yesterday on schedule. I am typing without pain on my new Mac. I am hoping to find an actual doctor in Portland. The crows are flocking in our eastern view from the condo. I have resisted ordering yarn on sale or fabric from Liberty of London. I have enough. And November was National Novel Writing Month.

The sky, the sky, and the sky.
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WHAT I DO WITH MY LIFE

At this point, what I did: I learned how to do things. I had experiences. Some sad. Some pure glory.

…and future plans.

Two things happening in this photo. The basalt poking through the sand was covered over with sand all summer. The tide has been dragging sand offshore, but strong onshore wind has also blown sand in so there is still “plenty of beach” for me to run. The black streaks are something less natural, petroleum from some unknown source, likely a passing ship [illegally] emptied its bilge or a local leaking oil tank. We’ve been seeing increasing pollution onshore for the last few years, though decades ago my young sons once came out of a tide pool with huge blots of black oil on their little-boy legs and bellies.
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