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i cannot find the chipmunk hole.  i look in front of the gravestone it was there before but now i can't find the chipmunk hole.  yesterday i see a chipmunk running across the grass up onto a gravestone watching me as i come towards him then he's down on the grass running again, finally right in front of a small gravestone he vanishes pop! he's gone.  i keep my eye on the spot walking towards where he's disappeared, find the hole he went down.  then i drop two grapes down the round dark hole, plop, plop, wondering if they bonk the poor chipmunk on the head or if they come rolling to a stop right at his feet.  then i backtrack keeping my eye on where the hole was until i'm standing beside a very large tombstone, taller than I am and as long as i am high and i look at the name on it HASSLETT it says.  so, the name's got the word hassle in it i think well that's easy enough to remember.

today there's no chipmunk hole.  i got my grapes but no hole.  here's the HASSLETT tombstone and over there there's the stone where the hole was, it's got a small maple tree about twelve feet high growing right behind it and a rhododendron bush growing right behind that, you can't mistake it, the stone where the hole was.  i thought to myself yesterday it's the one directly in front of the small maple tree except today there's no hole.  i look and i look it's true that my brain's been a bit unfocused lately which means my eyes don't focus too well either but how can i be mistaken about this?  i'd marked it out very carefully thinking tomorrow i'll come back and throw another grape or two down this hole.  i look and i look in front of the gravestone pushing all the dead leaves away next in front of the gravestone beside it next in front of the gravestone behind it next at all the gravestones anywhere even close to it and next behind all the stones and beside them.  no hole.  finally i find a chipmunk hole in front of a gravestone on the far side of the bush which i couldn't have seen yesterday if the chipmunk had gone down it because the bush would've been in the way and which isn't the gravestone i'd kept my eyes on and marked as being directly in front of the maple tree.  but it's a hole.  it's a hole and i drop a couple of grapes down it and i feel relieved because i found a hole and even if wasn't the hole i'd found before and even if the hole i'd found before has now vanished completely the ground there as if there'd never been a hole i found a hole anyway.  which makes me feel better.

my brain has been a bit unfocused lately.  i've put up a wall around my mind so my eyes are a bit unfocused too.  i see but i don't notice.  it's an explanation but it's not there now.  it's not there.  it's gone it's gone it's gone.