Today, I discovered bear poop around our property. Fairly fresh, no more than a day or two at most. Last time they came through here, about this time of year, they cleaned out the wild rabbits. Probably again. My wife says: they have to eat before winter hibernation.

It's all part of the season closing in, winter. October just ten or so days out.

Everyone has a residence. A bear's residence, I never much thought about except in a cave away from traffic.

My character is such that if a pressing thing needs to get done, it crowds out every other thing. If I delay it, because that one thing is complicated and it takes unreasonable effort, then it roughens my mind like sandpaper would. I sand and sand and sand until I'm smooth. No priming, no painting can get done until.

That one thing feels like a crowd coming in the front door; and I'm trying to go out. Outward traffic is blocked. I almost have to turn around and go with the crowd. The crowd doesn't stop coming in.

Every month is a weakness.

We didn't find a place to buy this year, for whatever reasons. For me, the will was missing in the others. I wanted to be in a new place by now.

It's okay. We're still traveling of a sort, heading overseas in October for a couple of months, with a flexible return date.

That one thing will have to wait. The exit is blocked.

Like a bear, future plans have to be put in the hibernation fridge. The only difference is I clean up after myself.


​3:04 PM  Saturday, September 19, 2026