Island Park, Springfield

My brilliant system for hands-free transport of my iPod nano in my feminine support garment has proven to be a poor choice, as it expired yesterday, drowned in perspiration. I’ve been meaning to wean myself off the podcast dependency I’ve developed and clear my head of the newsy clutter, but I’d hoped to get to it, you know, later, and with my iPod still intact. Now I’m forced to reorganize my mental feng shui and just be here now. Oh, the rain-fresh morning, oh the black-eyed susans. Oh, the warm poop in a plastic bag. Oh, the house for sale on the corner.

Cat poop consumed: no

 

Washburne Historic District, Springfield

It turns out I can’t really do anything else until my feng shui has been restored. So despite my plan to take myself and the dogs for a back-to-basics long walk out to the field to celebrate being home again, I found myself on my hands and knees scrubbing the floors and wiping down every surface with a damp cloth to remove the layer of grit presumably blown in from the back porch where the carpenter was presumably cutting tile and dry wall presumably with the door open.  Two and a half hours later, The Big Tidy Up complete, a loop through our familiar neighborhood was our reward. Deep. Relaxing. Breath.

Cat poop consumed: yes

 

Municipal Golf Course, Cottage Grove

Jones and I are refugees in Cottage Grove for the duration of the bathroom remodel. I don’t mind a week of sponge baths at the kitchen sink and persistent drifts of drywall bits in every corner. But the funky remodel that occurred before I ever lived in my house means that the entire plumbing system has to be rerouted. At least as concerns the bathroom. So I don’t even have toilets. It helps that I finally filled a plastic bag with my running stuff and brought it down here. I know I say this kind of thing all the time here at WTD, but take my advice: When your feng shui is hopelessly muddled and you forgot to bring enough underpants for the week, take a run with your dog along the railroad tracks and by the sewage-treatment plant to the path that leads to the golf course. You’ll feel a lot better.

Cat poop consumed: no