and i wouldn't keep ragging away at this if i thought i was the Only One. I think the question belongs to many of Us. Leisure.
"a condition of the Soul. leisure as a non~activity....an inner absence of preoccupation"
brought this truckload home late last eve. Left it parked Outside the Fence. Brought it IN this morning, got this far and just now know that i should unload it.
but first, need to rake out the scrap here and unload into the compost or on the growing beds.
i look for the gloves then find them and lay them here, where i had gotten some further with the Kantha after getting home from a Chunk of Time with the Old Cowboy and his brother/friend from Kansas. So I look at the gloves. I look at the little bit more of Kantha and i well, i run out of steam.
so, here we are. It's almost 7:30. I will just go sit on the porch. Watch night come. Sleep and dream. Start again tomorrow and look again for Leisure.
