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Mighty midwest

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I caught up with a popular non-heterosexual online web log where many non-heterosexuals comments trouble me. The latest online web log entry focused on New York City Pride.

My mood quickly swung into melancholy.

Currently living in this Midwest state I can drive to Chicago in 90 minutes. I can fly to D.C. and NYC in 90 minutes. I also can drive into traditional farm land in about 15-20 minutes.

Another dreamscape places me on the sidelines of the NYC non-heterosexual Pride parade. Afterall the Stonewall uprising history began here. Without this event, non-heterosexuals wouldn’t have Pride month.

Living in the Midwest I don’t have much non-heterosexual pride.

Most of the time I forget. I feel as if I’m missing out living freely and especially openly.


Regretful everyday. After reading the popular non-heterosexual web log entry my heart aches valiantly.


The thing about hydrangea

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I took a walk in the mid-June morning heat and passed my favorite kind of Hydrangea plant.  The ones with the different colored blooms.  How do you do that?

The Cardinal didn’t know the answer.

Bird feathers sat on the ground where Snagglepuss resides. I thought the worst.

Still thinking about the Hydrangeas from the morning I admired some brown cows. I wondered how much longer the brown cows would remain on this land before another neighborhood of large homes would be built.

I stared at the night sky and found peace from the twinkling planet high above.

Only a continuity of interlacing relationships

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I spotted an elderly woman walking her black lab very slowly downtown and waited at the gas station to take this picture.

The dog never pulled her. She walked very slow just as the elderly woman did. The elderly woman smiled a lot while walking her dog. It seemed to say how much she loved her.

I became distracted as the church bell tolled twelve times. The chimes started and played some hymn. I thought about Physical Education in seventh grade. We’d have to chase a ball or dodge a ball while outside. I usually was picked last for teams. I listened to the chimes and remembered my Phy Ed teacher singing the words to the chimed song while we played outside. It made me laugh because I thought she made up the words. Through the several years I had her as my Phy Ed teacher, she always winked at me and let me do whatever I did or did not want to do. I remember her pregnancy and her freckled skin. I think I may have had a non-heterosexual crush on her for a slight time.

Although I felt uncertain about today I’m glad I remembered her and heard the chimes.

Planting new life

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Some new White Birch trees have been planted. When I was a kid in Green Bay, I peeled away the white bark off birch trees most likely torturing them with my antics. I always wanted a White Birch tree in my yard but hopefully not just to peel off the bark.

These White Birches came from a fundraiser my youngest niece passed around a few months ago. I was very excited to place my order since the photos in the catalog promises large healthy trees. I was surprized to see they were only about five or six inches tall.

Meg was excited about digging a hole. I felt very self-conscious, as though the windows of the adjacent houses were all eyes. I wondered if people would scream and yell at me, or perhaps throw things as if I was breaking a neighborhood rule.
But good intentions in planting don’t go very far when combined with limited knowledge, rocky soil and the general impatience of oneself.

Maybe someday I will no longer feel embarrassed to walk outside, knowing that for the most part I am hidden under the leaves.

Oranges and wind

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Immediately this morning I put out oranges for Orioles arriving back from the South. I hope they find them. The wind is blowing from the south. There is still a chill to the air.

I went into my mom’s room and opened her shade. Then I turned around and gasped. Looks like someone had dumped mom’s prize and the flowers were now broken off. I blamed Nova immediately since he spends the most time in her bedroom. I could be wrong but…

Meg isn’t feeling well. She is not herself. Sleeping. Wagging. Dry nose. I don’t like it one bit. Some diarrhea early this morning. I worry.

I witnessed a young mother changing her child’s diaper on the top of the truck of a car as I listened to opinions on the new abortion law in Oklahoma.

Meg stepped into the Bark River to cool off during our walk and became extremely muddy.

Glenn Close, the baby bunny is a female and is doing well at a foster home!