I’m trusting my exposure to the RAdon mines will help me with my witchcraft (lit allusion alert — I just read your comment on your current post).

Birgit, thank you. You make me believe in my work again.

The closest that I have ever come to understanding geology is from viewing your Miocene.

I expected you to wonder what I doubted.

One should seize the chance to contemplate a weathered rock in a quiet environment. You might find yourself drawn into the eons that it represents. I remember coming back from such an experience with a needed priority adjustment, only to lose it to some workaday emergency.

Mind you and Jer watch out for that Radon business. They may call it Merry Widow, but you might turn out to be the one they have in mind. They might be luring innocent artist types with promises of free rent and Refuge and with a nice explorable mine thrown in. Are any merchants offering fresh sausage? Is any of the clothing in the nearly new store suspiciously spattered with paint? Did the studio smell like Clorox when you fist entered it? Our numbers at A&P are thin enough as is.

That might have been the point of my attempts and my despair — that blind spot of some millions….

Geology is in my blind spot. While I enjoy looking at fossils,my mind still revolts against imaging eons of previous life. Perhaps, I am too caught up in the minutiae of today’s life.

I doubt it.

And the turkey was delicious, as was the Merry Widow Radon Health Mine, where we hiked, while it (the turkey, I mean) cooked. Watch southeastmain for photos of the brassy merry widow.