Reposted from "Gram at 5AM"
I like the train.
Sort of the same way I like wooden bowls or handmade baskets
Spice racks
This strikes me as strange.
Trains symbolize technology
Steel, speed
But from an era gone by.
And my pace on the train is slow
I notice things along the track.
The kinds of trees, where pools are or hovels hidden away from the street.
Old telephone poles left to stand with their scraps of cable cut.
I study the landscape the way you might examine the yarn you chose for knitting.
Riding the train gets me thinking about home and what's for dinner. Something served at the table with placemats and napkins. Ready for love and quality time.
It's all quality time.
Tuesday, June 28
Saturday, June 18
shadow run
This morning was tough. Lots of reasons to stay in bed. My half-assed enthusiasm getting out the door was made up for by a mad dash from the car to train. I hope I remembered to turn off my lights.
The light now makes the world look like it has been cut out on black construction paper and lit from behind. Like that siloette of my brothers head he made in the second grade. The sky is a swirl of light blue and grey; everything else is still black as night.
Reposted from "Gram at 5AM"
Sunday, May 1
summer days
Wow.
Seems I blinked April away. How did that happen? I'm now sunburned and ready to collapse in the bed at night with beaten muscles and a clear head.
I am loving our block. It's not exactly like where I grew up, but reminiscent of it. Kids play in the street, tag and hide and seek spills over into neighbor yards... I can tell my kids to "go outside and play" and they do, drawing neighbor kids out for random fun.
And I'm playing catch or basketball or tag right along with them. When do Moms stop doing this? I can't remember the last time I saw another Mom shooting hoops or playing catch with her kids. Did I miss a memo? Is there some etiquette book somewhere that I didn't bother to read? Oh I'll chat it up as much as the rest of the Mom's on the block, but I can't resist an invitation to play ball with one of my kids.
The happy result is a sunburnt and beaten body. Plus two kids that took all of about 2 minutes to fall asleep tonight. I think I'll join them.
Seems I blinked April away. How did that happen? I'm now sunburned and ready to collapse in the bed at night with beaten muscles and a clear head.
I am loving our block. It's not exactly like where I grew up, but reminiscent of it. Kids play in the street, tag and hide and seek spills over into neighbor yards... I can tell my kids to "go outside and play" and they do, drawing neighbor kids out for random fun.
And I'm playing catch or basketball or tag right along with them. When do Moms stop doing this? I can't remember the last time I saw another Mom shooting hoops or playing catch with her kids. Did I miss a memo? Is there some etiquette book somewhere that I didn't bother to read? Oh I'll chat it up as much as the rest of the Mom's on the block, but I can't resist an invitation to play ball with one of my kids.
The happy result is a sunburnt and beaten body. Plus two kids that took all of about 2 minutes to fall asleep tonight. I think I'll join them.
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