Hand made

The old laptop is slow this morning.

Its memory may be going.

(O well, let's change the subject).

In other news, there's no other news. Nothing's happening quite nicely. The solar system is doing its job, the tides are ebbing and flowing, Mr. So and So just set the sprinkler on his little patch of lawn in front of his sweet little wood-frame house in Cody, Wyoming and has come inside to watch Fox News and drink his coffee.

He too thinks that not much is happening today--other than the same old wars, scandals, outrage and Presidential candidates that happened yesterday--and turns the tv off.

The silence is nice and simple. It seems handmade, like the pretty little things his sprinkler is making right now, the sparkles, the dance of water and light he could look at forever.