She Leaves Me Again, Six Months Later
By Collier Nogues
The hillside was blocked
with pens, horses of other colors
five or six to a pen,
and one long fenced strip
from the base of the hill up,
with dark brown horses flank to flank
not moving,
but their necks craning over
each other's backs.
They were looking towards
the dip at the top of the hill,
and the stream running through it.
They were looking at what
was on the other side,
which was my mother,
whom I had just walked over the bridge.
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I had lots to get done on Friday and I kept getting distracted by other things, so it was a very busy day. In the morning,
Adam got back from track practice having discovered that he needs new running shoes and a stopwatch, so I interrupted work to take him to Sports Authority to find both, plus tennis shoes since he shredded his last pair of running shoes playing tennis in them. Then I came home and finished a review of the animated Star Trek episode "The Pirates of Orion", which I like a lot -- it's all about Kirk/Spock/McCoy with a side of Uhura and Chapel being entirely competent, and it's sort of a sequel to "Journey To Babel" which is always a plus. We had ravioli for dinner, watched the beginning of the Redskins-Steelers preseason game (which to our astonishment the Redskins won, making them the top story on the news), then watched Torchwood, which continues to be superbly paced and well-acted and whose characters I am determinedly not caring about because I am expecting that everyone but Jack will be dead by the season finale. Here are some photos from the Wright Brothers National Monument in Kill Devil Hills, where they tested the glider that made the first manned flights:
...atop a peak in the Outer Banks, North Carolina, where they came because of the terrain and the wind.
Cacti grow on the side of the hill.
A plaque nearby identifies the starting point for their four successful flights in December 1928.
Small planes still use the nearby landing strip within the park.
Inside the visitor center is a replica of the glider...
...and the borrowed sewing machine on which Wilbur made the final modifications on the fabric.
The little museum is ringed with portraits of other famous flyers and astronauts. This is my favorite, though I think the photo of Earhart upon which it is based is more flattering.