Towl Park Journal Day 16, October 28, 2016

I pull into the parking lot at Towl Park. There are a lot more cars than usual. Per my habit, I glance into the car next to me and am surprised to see a woman sitting in the driver's seat. She seems unaware of her surroundings. Her face is unguarded,...

Towl Park Journal Day 15, October 27, 2016

I need a peaceful park today. I had a great day yesterday but let an inconvenience get me down today.   Yesterday was my once-a-month massage day. I never thought that I'd be a massage sort of person. Friends would tell me how great massages...

Towl Park Journal Day 14, October 25, 2016

I wonder if this is what it is like to live in California. One gorgeous, sunny day after another. I wonder if it's possible to become complacent with beauty like this.   When I was younger I was more at the mercy of complacency. I took it for...

Towl Park Journal Day 13, October 24, 2016

I keep waiting for it to snow. Nebraska is not famous for our beautiful springs or autumns. In general, we go from a week of spring right into air conditioner weather. It's usually the same with autumn. We get a week of lovely cool sweater weather and...

Towl Park Journal Day 12, October 21, 2016

Well, TGIF, I guess. The pond is full of fishermen and one fisherwoman when I arrive. Older, but not elderly men--about my age, late 50's, early 60's. I can't tell how old the fisherwoman is; she sits in her chair unmoving, hair under a large floppy...

Towl Park Journal Day 11, October 20, 2016

No fear today. There are dog walkers galore, but alas, no fishermen or women. Yet.   Two older-than-me women get out of a car and swinging a small grocery bag, head to a nearby picnic table. They pull out sandwiches, can't tell what kind, and a...

Towl Park Journal Day 10, October 19, 2016

In a pickle today. For the first time ever, I am afraid to get out of my car. I pull into the park and see only one other vehicle in the lot, a large white truck. I park next to it, thinking it empty. Then I look over and see two men in the cab of...

Towl Park Journal Day 8, October 17, 2016

It happens every year. My dad used to call it "Summer's last dance." It's downright balmy out. We're usually fooled. The week before is always windy and cold. We close all the vents in the house, pack away the floor fans and turn on the boiler. And...

Towl Park Journal Day 5 October 12, 2016

A cold front came through last night. I heard the boiler click on and snuggled deeper into the covers. I knew that today would be a test. Can I bear these bitter prairie winds and just lose myself in the writing?   Yes, I can. I wear my warm,...

Towl Park Journal Day 4 October 11, 2016

A better day. 72 degrees. Sunny with a few clouds. I lug my lawn chair to the car after I witness two dogs pooping near my rock before I even get out of my car. That must be a favorite dumping ground, I decide. And one dog walker did not pick up after...

Towl Park Journal October 10, 2016 Day 3

Sprinkling after a steady rain all morning. Sprinkles are almost worse than steady rain. A steady rain is felt all of a piece. Drizzle? Sprinkles? It's like mosquitos. Annoying little drip-drops of wet. So, not getting out of my car today. I will just...

Towl Park Day 2 October 5, 2-16

  Should've brought a sweater. The park is quiet as I arrive save for a man on a riding lawn mower. Two teenagers stand on the bleechers by the baseball park with their arms wound tightly around each other. I set up my lawn chair in my...

Towl Park September 30, 2016. Day 1

  Not a great beginning. The plan was to bring my lawn chair to Towl Park and plant it in a pre-selected place by the pond. Close enough for good people watching and the taking of photos. I also wanted NOT to be too far off the path. I wanted to...