Damp tranquility

The tiny white feather has been trapped in the spider’s web for at least two days. The web connects with red brick on one end and a giant aloe vera on the other.

The spider pays the feather no mind. She intuits the difference between a fat juicy fly and a piece of bird fluff that holds no caloric promise.

I’ve sat a spell out here in the morning with my child bride noting the little white feather, among other things, these last two days. Perhaps the feather was there even earlier, and I simply did not notice. It does flutter in the breeze.

The days are quiet and damp. I woke for a time at 5 a.m. this morning, and I listened. Usually, there are tractor-trailer drivers stomping their air brakes on the highway curve up the mountain behind us at that hour. But the noise has vanished.

Other Latino racket that once got my goat has gone too, but I suspect it’s more a matter of getting used to it than that it has disappeared altogether.

Fireworks before dawn? I go back to sleep. The passing train? I usually don’t hear it. Rousing night concerts on the nearby plaza? Got the earplugs.

August is a good month to sit on the terraza in the mornings with grapefruit and pineapple — to watch feather fluffs on spider webs and hummingbirds on flowers.

And if there’s no noise, it’s better still.

A concerned reader emailed yesterday that I seem to be going a bit nutty lately. I assured her that I’ve never felt better in all my born days.

34 thoughts on “Damp tranquility”

  1. It might be a good idea to go see a Neurologist. You’re a sharp guy who knows full well that our own mind is not going to tell us that it has a problem. I’ve been reading your stuff for a half decade and it has changed. The mechanics are still stellar but the logic is more and more bent. The reason I went to Arizona this past week was to escort an old football bud to see his parents one last time before his Alzheimers gets to the point where he can not travel. He had to retire four years ago but we knew something was wrong two or three years before. The best thing would be that you are just getting cranky and your brain is not getting clogged up with plaque. They score the test 1-to-30, I hope you score a 30, my bud scored a 25 four years ago, today he is an 18- I needed a doctor’s note to get him past the TSA at the airport. And: if it is the worst, getting your ducks lined up will make it much easier for the Lady Zapata.


    1. Norm: Yes, things have changed with my internet doings. The Unseen Moon‘s focus is far more wide-ranging than the previous websites that were dedicated to other, narrower things. Here a little hell-raising on occasion is good, and it lets you lefties know that other opinions exist.


      1. I tell it like I see it.

        The test is a painless thing that will ask you about things that happened during your day and week. My concern, is what it is, because of the process of the logic you have been using of late not what you believe. How you make your argument. I’m hoping for cranky.


      2. Yes but those other opinions are indeed a little nutty and I do believe Norm is right in that your logic is becoming progressively more bent. Particularly for a man who has met and embraced the psychedelic goddess. However, most all artists are a little nutty. It comes with the territory. Not to fret, Félipe. I’ve been nutty most of my life and have most always relished in that nuttiness.

        It’s been a year since I’ve seen you in person but I would bet Alzheimer’s is not your problem. I think you’re just becoming a crotchety old man. Your right wing leanings scare me a bit but I know my Obama vote will offset your Romney vote. So has it become a battle between the lefties and the righties? Let me assure you there are crotchety lefties as well as crotchety righties. I openly admit to having evolved into a full fledged curmudgeon… but I’m still a leftie.

        As an aside on an upcoming post, your father’s face has a whole lot of life’s experiences written on it. Or maybe it’s just the booze having caught up with him. At any rate, I’d bet he had a lot of stories to tell.


        1. Larry: I am a political moderate, not right, not left, as I have illustrated with specific examples here countless times.

          But here, yet again, are a few examples:

          1. Gun control, fer it.
          2. Abortion rights, fer it.
          3. Legalize drugs, fer it.
          4. Death penalty, agin it except in some specific cases.
          5. Christian, fundamentalist or otherwise, no way, José.

          There are others. Fer it and agin it is how we talk in Georgia.

          I do also support some traditionally conservative notions, of course.

          Mix it together, and you get a middle-of-the-road moderate.

          Most Americans these days keep all their eggs in either the basket of the left or the basket of the right, and someone in the middle confuses them. How can that be? they wonder. It cannot! they shriek.

          Where I get confused with the fascists is this:

          I am very opposed to all elements of the political-correctness matter. The speech police. The gender and sexual-preference obsessions. That all cultures should be “honored.” The hyphenated names. The notion that minorities are still oppressed to any significant degree. That nobody should been “offended” ever again. Praising multiculturalism and diversity, which I know to be national suicide, which is happening, by the way.

          In short, all the cultural nonsense dreamed up over the past few decades in the English-speaking world primarily by disgruntled, angry, militant feminists and then supported by some woefully misguided men and by minorities due to its being advantageous for them.

          And once you declare yourself against promoting multiculturalism instead of trying to deal with the problem, and a problem it is (look around us) in the kindest and fairest way possible, you are branded a fascist by the speech police.

          And aside from all that, yeah, I’m a little nutty.


        2. But I will confess that given the choice between sitting at a table with a group of sour-faced lefties or a group of smiling conservatives, I’ll take the latter any day.

          Look at the photo of my father and me at the top of that post, him appropriately on the left and me on the right.

          Grim face there, happy face here.


    2. Alzheimers? I don’t think so! Funny how lefties always come up with (stuff) like this, when you read something you don’t like. (Last part deleted.)


      1. Ben: I believe this is your first comment here, and I like to get comments. I had to edit yours a touch to calm it down. You obviously are of the clear-thinking mindset, politically speaking, but even folks on my side don’t get to dig directly at other commenters. Only I get to do that. They can punch me. I can punch them, but you folks cannot punch each other.

        I don’t want comments here to resemble what you see on Yahoo news stories, HuffPost, etc., which, more often than not, descends into pure name-calling.

        Dem’s da rules.


        1. Larry: Nah, you could not. Keep in mind (which virtually nobody was able to do) that the post dealt with three specific points. Scathe me with your rebuttal by email, old boy. Dare you.

          I await.


        2. PS: And so convinced am I that you cannot refute me, much less scathe me, on the three specific points of the post in question that I will open the comments back there and insert your comeback if indeed you are capable of doing what you say you can do on those three specific points. I underline that because none of the outraged folks that day ever came close to those three points in a meaningful way. They simply saw the name Akin, went straight down to the comments, and began bouncing off the walls.


  2. Personally I think a bit nutty is a good thing … helps to deal with some of the absurdities of life. I was amused at the hornet’s nest you stirred with the Gloria Steinem post…but I knew better than to enter the fray! Even though we are at opposite ends of the political spectrum, I still enjoy your excellent writing skills regardless of the subject … keep ’em coming! Life doesn’t get much better than sitting with your soulmate in the morning dampness sharing pineapple, grapefruit and a nice steaming cafecito … nuttiness aside.

    Que tengas un buen dia, amigo…Go Obama 2012 (sorry … couldn’t resist.)


  3. Speaking of the Akin dust-up, it broke the previous record by a fat margin for daily visits to The Unseen Moon. It about doubled the average daily visitor count and even inspired other folks to badmouth me from the total safety of their own websites.

    As Art Linkletter used to say: People are funny.


  4. Well, I knew that you could hold your own. Besides, people should know by now that you have opinions and you express them. Why do the readers want to debate and argue every post that they do not agree with?

    I guess I have an uncanny ability to comprehend your viewpoints more than others.


  5. Love all the Monday morning armchair Sigmund Freuds. Nutty maybe, controversial definitely, thought-provoking, affirmative, able to leap weak and feeble minds in one sentence, you betcha. Able to hold and winnow topics without emotional collapse, exceptionally well.

    Sadly in today’s half-baked media stockyards, many lemmings align themselves with misinformed, rabid minds filled with mush, only interested in what brand of peanut butter Obama eats. Most, but not all, people are unable to analyze anything by themselves without the help of diagrams and color pictures.

    Just AXE yourself who benefits from the continuation of the dumbing down of America and the mystery is immediately solved.

    I salute your ability to be able to carry on lucid non-emotionally filled debate, most of the time unmatched in sparring partners.


  6. Controversy is good. Questioning authority is good. Rejecting outrightly opinions of others reveals a lack of articulation and curiosity.


    1. Carole: Alas, it is so easy to do. Rejecting contrary opinions out-of-hand is so easy to do. I do it. Almost everybody does it, which is why the world remains so conflicted.


  7. August is a good month to sit on the patio with a hot cup of coffee and watch the morning unfold. The heat is gone and it’s nice and cool now. It’s our favorite time of day.

    Alzheimers! Really! Rancho said it better than I could.


    1. Jackie: Hereabouts, it’s always nice and cool, one of the many advantages of living in these parts.

      Thanks for being the sole right-thinking person to come to my support the other day during the un-Godly abuse I was being subjected to.

      Where do I send your check? Or perhaps a donation to your favorite charity.


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