Like Letters Never Sent

It's not a drought-breaker, but it has been raining all day. The trees I can see from my window have been dancing, a few gulls have lazily circled underneath a gray sky, and a soggy neighborhood cat crept along the fence earlier. I do love looking out the window at rain.

I'm having a nothing day, where I laze around the house, listening to music. I also watched a DVDr of Conor McGrady's somewhat abstract Entering the Forbidden Zone, featuring a foreboding soundtrack by Nurse With Wound, put some clean dishes away, and put some batteries in the charger so I can take my blood pressure later.

But mostly I listened to music.

I've been spending time with a regular group of people most Sunday mornings, going out birding. We're heading out tomorrow, despite the chance of lingering showers. I'm toying with the idea of focusing on writing about these excursions here, but I don't know if that will actually happen. It would provide a much-needed focus to this blog (yeah, I know that blogs have passed their sell-by date by a decade or so... but keeping one is still better than the wading through the shitshow that is social media). 

I have one more week of work this calendar year (but still much of the school year to go). As usual, I'm late with holiday gift shopping.

It just occured to me that these posts are sort of like letters never sent. I don't usually tell people about this blog, and I don't know of anybody who reads it (kind of hard to keep interested in a blog with such long gaps of silence), so in all likelihood this will go unnoticed and unread, until it fetches up on somebody's beach like a bottled message.

I hope this message finds you well, hypothetical future reader.