Note

I want to learn cribbage. 

Words I like

From Carter Beats the Devil:

“I mean,” he rallied, “ there’s joy and wonderment to be had.  I love to perform.   It fights back the loneliness.  It’s all I really know how to do anymore.”

“I see,” she said.  There was no reason she should understand him.  He had in his way cupped his hands around his mouth and shouted across a canyon, hoping she’d heard.

AND LATER...

Borax shook his head.  “You can’t really save people.”

Borax, of all people, saying this?  Carter felt like a curtain had, unfortunately, been drawn back for him.  “You have to try,” he responded, but without much force.

I'm feelin' it.

Adventure

My exciting Friday night: couch,  cast,  nursing, and a glass of water.  Don't be too jealous.

Shatter, Crack

 

Yesterday in the car, Chris drove home and I sat mainly in silence.

In my head, images of glacial calving

 

played one after another.

Low rumbles and icy majesty

Cracking and tumbling into the sea,

The unstoppable awe,

ice floe and schism.

 

Over and over the images came.

Sharp crack, deepening

Whole earths splitting apart

 

The sinking into frigid waters--

 

And then the icy reemergence,

Inexplicable masses

heaving out of ocean depths.

 

And deadly ice quietly rushing

from the glacier’s hard face

to the people watching.

To melt. To puncture. To dissolve.

 

 

 

Longing

I wish I could make a guitar sing.
I wish I could think in melody.
I can't, but I do so love people who can. 

Genes

I love discovering
stuff like this

Also I had an idea for a manuscript to submit to a professional journal. My professional mind had been on fire this week. Kinda feels alright.

Skipping Along

Happy winter. 
Soon Jonah's birthday will be here. 
I remember waiting with love,  fear, and anticipation.
You never forget births and it makes me think of winter and about how smells make you revisit memories.
Then all around you,  even the wind holds specific time.
Moments suspended.
You reach up, grab them out of the air.

More later.