The Frog Whisperer

It's Tuesday!
I've had a job for 2 days in the last 3 months!

Monday and Tuesday.

before that, it's just a wide black chasm,

NINTY DAYS of
not-much-to-do,
no-money-to-do-it.

I've been in high slacker mode for 3 months,
part of it depressed,
part asleep... parts were great!

One thing i've noticed is that for me at least,
having no demands on your time
leads to freetime inflation,
the almost total devaluing
of each passing day.

But -*! NOW !*-,

now it's different, now that I have to be
at one particular place all day long,
I find

NOW

i have urges to frolik
and run errands and do
stuff
almost all the time!

If I had only saved-up that freetime when I had it,
instead of burning through it like the stuff grows in trees,

ah, sweet regret! allons!

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Tonight after work, I took a little walk around my temporary home in the middle of San Diego.

Across the busy, noisy traffic artery,
the road bends and meanders next to a shallow ravine,
filled with dark trees and little paths
leading away under the greenery.

Except it's just dusk,
so the adventure looks more dangerous than fun,
so I just stick to the sidewalk as the road bends back around
to meet the traffic again.

But before it does,
the gathering darkness is matched
by a lull in the rushing cars,

an island of quiet.

Except the ravine must have a stream or a marsh or something,
because the air is filled with a mighty chorus of froggies,
hundreds of little noisemakers in three or four loops,
in different notes and tempos.

for just a minute, then as I walked further down the road,
the ravine narrows as it meets the suburban subdivision.
And the froggie chorus dies out to just 4 or five nomads,
out at the edge of their crowd,
ribbiting merrily until I get too close,
then silence.

Then more traffic.