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Six in the morning is too early. Waaay too early. How did I make it through high school like this? I got about half the lab work done that I needed to-- planned to, rather.

Good things to share:

The Applecart Man-- in my head, this is something like Peking Man or Java Man, something from human prehistory, found in an ancient orchard with what looks like a primitive cider press-- has cider. I am trying to figure out my cider-drinking rhythm. Itapos;s the best cider. I caught friends Rachel and Caity at the market this morning, and they said that he has a new batch now, more sweet than the previous batch.
When I bought cider on Wednesday, skipping aikido for some reason probably to do with the fact that I had to commit to going to aikido at seven in the morning, he reached over the bins and handed me a free Golden Delicious apple. I ate it on Friday, and it was the best apple ever. I said the same thing about the Macintoshes I got a few weeks ago. Today, because I was three cents short of three dollars of apples, he gave me a three-cent Jonathan apple, a little thing about the size of a golf ball.

I have prisms in most of my windows-- all the west and south, really. I like that the Little Slanty Apartment is full of rainbows. One of the prisms is meant to look like it has a hole through the middle, but is solid. It throws an arc of deep-colored dabs across one of the slanting walls. I donapos;t get to see this very often, but I love it so.

Last night, the crows came to the big trees in my alley. During weather, I can look out and see dozens of black birds swooping and huddling in the branches, illuminated by the one streetlight in the alley. Itapos;s spooky, all the crows still awake late at night, congregating against the snow. This is the first time Iapos;ve seen them in good weather. One tree had leaves, one tree didnapos;t. They swooped and perched, getting a proper gang together, and cawed back and forth. Then there was a different caw-- one crowapos;s voice, a little higher, maybe a little louder. They all took up that same call and went into a frenzy of swooping and perching.
I donapos;t attach that much personal symbolism to crows. I like to see them. I like to see them doing interesting things. They are not messengers dire or anything like that.

So there are good things in Iowa right now. Apples, rainbows, and black birds.
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