Monday, September 26, 2016

Summery summary

Pretty little wild asters and that yellow moss I love.

Nah, I'm not going to sum up the entire summer, which slipped past as summers do. It was bookended by Zoë--we had two luxurious weeks at the end with that girl. She had a wonderful Mysore summer, and then we got to do fun things with her before she flew home to Chicago. Mark went with her, to help her gather her scattered possessions and move into a new apartment. Sadly, many of her clothes spent the summer in a friend's basement, where they got wet. Flooded basements seem to be an ongoing theme for my family, teaching us the lesson over and over again that stuff is just stuff. Even when it's all of your sweaters.

My solo week has been less disciplined than I imagined. I may have had a bowl of cereal for dinner on more than one occasion. I have exchanged numerous bon mots with a dog and a cat. I also did a lot of (billable) work, walked near the ocean at least once every day, caught up on so many New Yorkers, binged on the first two seasons of Veep, and read a good book.

This month marked the first Common Ground Fair I've missed in...some number of years. Six? Anyway, I am already looking forward to September, 2017.

I'm also looking forward to October, 2016, because it's my favorite month, and Isaac is coming for a visit!

Monday, August 01, 2016

Rabbit rabbit!

Shame on me, what a terrible blorger I've been. Here's hoping the summer lasts, and that August brings sweetness and comfort to all of you.

Friday, July 01, 2016

Wednesday, June 08, 2016

Do I Dare to Eat a Peach?

Googling: "Do wolves have eyelashes?"   "How to get a bird to eat out of your hand."

Lunch: leftover strawberry/peach pie (this was yesterday. Today no lunch because my stomach was rebelling against something, possibly that pie...)

Mulling: It's hard for an introvert to shop at Trader Joes sometimes. I will deliberately avoid certain lines because I know I'll have to discuss how my day's going and what I'm doing this weekend and what I'm making for dinner.

Packing: Things for the girl! Zoë flies to Bangalore out of Logan on Monday. She'll be in Cambridge for the weekend, where we will meet her for the day on Sunday, armed with bags of saris and salwar kameez and electrolyte tablets and hand sanitizer and (most importantly) her passport. Have you ever sorted saris and tried to figure out which little blouses go with which gorgeous silky sari fabric, and folded them into a tidy, colorful pile? I recommend it.

Saturday, June 04, 2016

Music of hair / Music of pain

This boy turned 20, and his sweet cousin Jonah turned 17, and the days turned sunny and warm enough for opening windows and grilling things and pulling weeds in the garden. Isaac is here for another few days before he heads back to live in New York for the summer (and possibly longer--he's taking the coming year off school). We all realized that the last five months marks the longest period he's ever spent away from home, the longest stretch of days that we haven't seen him in the flesh. It's so good to hug this boy and feed him food and have him drive us around town (he's determined to get his license this summer, and he's a good, confident driver).

I'm listening to this Hamilton podcast, an all-Hamilton, every-single-song podcast, and I don't like it very much so far. But I did just realize that it features different groups of people talking about the songs each time. These people...are very white. I don't know. I will report back. In the meantime, here are some people (of color) talking to Lin-Manuel Miranda on one of my favorite podcasts. And here are some people of different races talking about Hamilton on another of my favorite podcasts.

We finally invested in our own screenprinting equipment, and we have a whole shop set up in the basement, and Milo in Maine is printing its own damn shirts! It makes such a well-balanced work day when I can write all morning and print all afternoon: thinking and sitting work // standing and listening to podcasts and moving work. It feels good. And check out this bear.

My life is kind of bursting with other people's heartbreaks right now. Trying to be grateful for and conscious of my lucky lucky life.


by Galway Kinnell

Wait, for now.
Distrust everything, if you have to.
But trust the hours.
Haven’t they carried you everywhere, up to now?
Personal events will become interesting again.
Hair will become interesting.
Pain will become interesting.
Buds that open out of season will become lovely again.
Second-hand gloves will become lovely again,
their memories are what give them the need for other hands. And the desolation
of lovers is the same: that enormous emptiness
carved out of such tiny beings as we are
asks to be filled; the need
for the new love is faithfulness to the old.

Don’t go too early.
You’re tired. But everyone’s tired.
But no one is tired enough.
Only wait a while and listen.
Music of hair,
Music of pain,
music of looms weaving all our loves again.
Be there to hear it, it will be the only time,
most of all to hear,
the flute of your whole existence,
rehearsed by the sorrows, play itself into total exhaustion.