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The “cruellest” month, National Anxiety Month, Cesarean Awareness Month, all done for another year.

It was a spectacular weekend, rains ended, temperatures raised. We drove to Yellow Springs for the Artists Studio Tour, thereby giving me more practice in the art of rationalizing to deal with the bad feelings (guilt) I experience over driving. Along the way, not far out of Cincinnati, I think, I saw some sort of a mega church with, in front of it, a monstrosity of a sculpture sticking out of the ground of the top part of a crucifix with the top half of what was meant obviously to be Jesus.

Finally walked the tree trail in Ault Park in my neighborhood yesterday, cool on a hot afternoon — 86 or maybe higher; it will take some getting used to, the wildly varying weather here.

This is a lot of patter.

What I’m thinking about — again: as most major themes/obsessions come into play more intensely some times than others — is a character, people, who love redemption, and forgiveness maybe, so much that they … a character… continually transgresses to get to the part that feels so good. I have been thinking about this, scribbling down thoughts since Friday, since going to the Over the Rhine show (20th Century, Oakley).