These are not my peaches

"And you may tell yourself, 'This is not my beautiful house.' And you may tell yourself, 'This is not my beautiful wife!'" - Talking Heads

No, these are not my peaches. I am peachsitting for a friend. Yes, they do taste just like they look like they would. Peachsitting comes at a price.

It's good to have some lovely things to look at, even if only temporarily, because I am, at the moment, and for the last several weeks, quite sad.

I realized it after taking a few self-portraits the other day, and being aghast at them.

And today I had one of those night-rides where my eyes got all half-weepy as I pedaled slowly, and then faster, to get over it, home. Yuck.

I mean, it was a nice cool ride. The rain never came, only the fresh air that comes after it, and the traffic was much lighter than it'd been at rush-hour, when I'd had one of those near misses that used to make my fingers prickle, but this time only made me very angry.

I was going out to photograph a bicycling event, but I'd left late (had to pick up those peaches), and couldn't find it. Either it was over by the time I got there, or it was in a different location than redhead #1 had thought. And anyway, I was feeling sort of like a dork wannabee for even showing up. So I sadly turned the bike around and headed back home through the chic throngs of Billyburg pedestrians. Enh.

"So what. Big Deal." - Black Lectroid from Planet Ten.

Several big important things have come to my attention lately, and I am trying to figure out what to do about them in the larger scheme, and what to start with in the smaller scheme, and it's a whole lotta figurin', and I really just want to lay low, or lie on a beach, or somethin' of that nature, and let my brain sort it all out in its sleep.

Sometimes you need to think about things with your conscious mind, and sometimes you need to let your mind drift into those altered states where it can see its way clear through the strange Milky Way-like debris of truth. At least, that's how I picture it. Very much like a full, full night sky.