This tree is a guest tree from my past. It’s a tree under a giant flag at Juyeop plaza in Ilsan, Korea, which I walked by in January, 2009.
I ended up working for about 1 hour when Art and I went to town today for shopping. I parked Art at the Veterans Center with Jan (which runs every Thursday) while I did a last-minute framing job for the town police chief (don’t wanna get on the bad side of the police, right?).
[daily log: walking, 5.5km; dogwalking, 3.5km; retailing, 1hr; c108071058084s]
ㅁ I saw high-speed boats on a slow-motion ocean. They sketched trails of white.
– a pseudo-haiku.
This tree has an eagle.
[daily log: walking, 6km; retailing, 8.5hr; c114063054084s]
ㅁ I took a road, abstractly lost, awaiting clarity; instead I wandered aimless paths, pure angularity.
– a quatrain in ballad meter.
This tree oversaw a running dog on a seaweedy beach.
[daily log: walking, 4.5km; retailing, 8hr; c106064058084s]
ㅁ the sunlight streams in through the north window at dawn unexpectedly
– a pseudo-haiku.
This tree was nearby as a dog smelled a boat and gazed at a distant waterfowl.
I made a proof-of-concept door for my treehouse. Now I need to buy some hinges.
[daily log: walking, 5.5km; dogwalking, 3km; c114072060084s]
ㅁ The ravens squawking and calling to each other: pure cacophony.
– a pseudo-haiku.
This tree saw a cloud grabbing a mountain.
My garden made some small carrots.
[daily log: walking, 7km; dogwalking, 3km; c104064058084s]
ㅁ the days get shorter the nights begin to lengthen you can't tell at first
– a pseudo-haiku.
This tree glowered back at the sky.
[daily log: walking, 4km; c109054068084s]
ㅁ tree, rock, slug, stream, dirt, road, bug, poo, crab, trash, shoe, grass... things a dog will smell.
– a pseudo-haiku.
This tree did not offer any assistance while I unloaded 160 concrete paving blocks from the trailer.
Anyway, it was good exercise. The blocks are destined to add on to the “patio” I built a few years ago – a path along the south side of the lower part of Arthur’s house. This is the first time where I happened to be at the hardware store at a time when they had these concrete pavers in stock – generally they are “out”.
I had a rather distressing adventure on the way back from the hardware store. I had bought some clear plastic PVC panels to use as roofing/siding on a putative new storage shed I hope to build this summer – this would be to replace the destroyed “storage tent” (AKA “studio”) from last winter. Here is what they look like:
I had put some of the concrete bricks on the panels in the trailer, thinking that would anchor them well enough, but a gust of wind blew about 10 of them out of the trailer as I drove home. It took me a few minutes to realize what had happened, and a few more minutes to get turned around (driving with the trailer, after all). And after I’d turned around, this truck goes zooming by with what very much appeared to be the lost panels panels sticking out of the back of the truck. “Hey!” I called, jumping and waving. But the truck didn’t stop. I went back to where they’d blown out, just to check. No lost PVC panels in sight. I guess that truck had stopped and picked them up.
And no one waiting anywhere along the way with my lost panels. I was feeling a bit disconsolate. I put out to a few people I know that I’d lost the panels (Penny, Jan), and posted a “Lost” notice on facebook (which entailed me logging on to facebook, which always feels like I’m breaking with some strongly held moral stand, though really it’s not).
Finally, around 6 PM, I got a call from a neighbor-down-the-road, who put me in touch with another Port Saint Nick denizen over on the north side, who turned out to have my panels. So tomorrow I’ll rendezvous with that person to get my panels, hopefully. My faith in humanity is restored.
[UPDATE 2022-06-27 for the curious: Yes, I got them back the next morning. I will use them to build a storage shed which has the potential to become an additional greenhouse, i.e. because it has the clear panels for the roof and siding.]
[daily log: walking, 7km; dogwalking, 3km; c110058061084s]
ㅁ In last night's dream space, back in Mexico City, there was an earthquake.
– a pseudo-haiku.
This tree supervised traffic on the road as the days got shorter.
[daily log: walking, 5km; dogwalking, 3km; c090060061084s]
ㅁ Indecisive clouds and a general grayness took over the sky.
– a pseudo-haiku.
This tree is more of an ambitious shrub: it’s a rhododendron bush that arrived in the mail yesterday. I planted it in a planter bucket in the greenhouse, for now. I’d like to have a rhododendron on my lot – I know it’s possible, since many other people have lots of rhododendrons planted. We shall see. I’m batting less than 500 on trees and shrubs in general.
[daily log: walking, 7km; retailing, 8.5hr; c096064061084s]
ㅁ I lay in the dark. I failed to arrange my thoughts. I thought about that.
– a pseudo-haiku.
This tree was exhausted after the previous night’s party.
[daily log: walking, 5.5km; retailing, 9hr; c104065070084s]
ㅁ Oh! The rain has stopped. Wait, no, it's raining again. So back to normal.
– a pseudo-haiku.
This tree anticipated staying up late to enjoy the shortest night of the year. Party time!
[daily log: walking, 4km; dogwalking, 3km; c102060060084s]
ㅁ Eccentrically, I don't use a bed. Instead each night I lie down on the floor. But that confuses things: I make my bed at bedtime; when I rise it gets unmade.
– a quatrain in blank verse (iambic pentameter).
This tree is living on the edge.
My garden yielded a small carrot. It tasted pretty good though.
[daily log: walking, 2km; c107065058084s]
ㅁ you do what you can but it isn't really much you just hang in there
– a pseudo-haiku.
This tree was at the breezy beach.
[daily log: walking, 3km; c107063064085s]
ㅁ The wind, it came and pushed the waves along; they gently stroked the stones along the shore. The clouds extended, capturing the sky, and droplets fell to nourish all the green.
– a quatrain in blank verse (iambic pentameter).
This tree was near a parking lot in Klawock.
[daily log: walking, 3.5km; dogwalking, 3km; c109077078085s]
ㅁ My sleep was disturbed. Distressing dreams of hard tasks on some computer.
– a pseudo-haiku.
This tree is a guest tree from my past. I took this picture while walking to work in April, 2017. I thought the ball looked forlorn and sad, so I took a picture – but the trees are interesting, too. I remember the exact spot where this ball was, along Juyeop plaza about half a block south of work.
[daily log: walking, 6km; c114065083085s]
ㅁ The sun has cast its glances down upon the fishy seas and lit the dust of narrow roads and mirthless, earnest trees.
– a quatrain in ballad meter.
This tree was watching a boat.
[daily log: walking, 6km; retailing, 8.5hr; cs105064072085]
ㅁ How can I avoid becoming a narcissist as I grow older? Or worse, am I now, already such a lost cause, that it can't matter? If I should ever lose my curiosity, please let me just quit.
– three pseudo-haiku as stanzas, enchained.
This tree had been presumed dead – for the last 6 months. It arrived from the live tree order service I use with only one leaf, which it promptly lost. So I left it in its bucket with its equally dead peers, lined up in a “failed tree” graveyard on the western side of the greenhouse. And this morning, I noticed this dead tree had put out two leaves. Interesting!
[daily log: walking, 5km; retailing, 7hr; c106058062085s]
