GRIZZLY PEAR

written snapshots

Category: Artifacts

  • The cat drank milk on a seventy-five inch television in slow motion.

    He lapped up the yogurt from his bowl.

    Are you a dog?

    Arf!

    ䷠䷍

    in what is small, perseverance furthers

  • Eating healthy can be funny and dangerous.

    The adults were speaking in dialect.

    We made funny faces at each other.

    At least I didn’t stick a finger in my nose.
    And he didn’t choke on the veggies.

    ䷩䷪

    mighty in the forward-striding toes
    when one goes and is not equal to the task
    one makes a mistake

  • After Completion comes before Before Completion.

    Another year,
    Life the Universe and Everything.

    Four quixotic pursuits –
    I Jing, Blogging, Investments, CCG’s.

    Already quit one and need to wrap up another,
    At diminishing returns on marginal utility.
    The 80-20 rule (one was a pure zero from the beginning).

    Next year: exercise, excursions, estate planning, and exclusion of noise?
    What unforeseen projects shall emerge?
    What do the coins say?

    One last throw, until next year.
    Tommorrow.

    ䷵䷧

    understand the transitory
    in the light of the eternity of the end

  • The little one is devious.

    The watering can is dirty.
    Not it’s not.

    Needs to be washed.
    It’s just a watering can!

    He turned on the hosebibb.

    OK. I’ll rinse it off.
    The inside is dirty too.
    Fine.

    He watered the wildflowers.

    It needs another washing!

    ䷢䷃

    progress like a hamster

  • Growing up ain’t as advertised, occasionally it’s better.

    Giving is better than recieving.
    Let’s do both!

    A few books and a boardgame for my birthday.

    Even better – I wrapped them.
    (plus an old boardgame,

    with two everything must be even).

    For them to unwrap.

    The real treat!

    ䷜䷁

    the abyss is not filled to overflowing
    it is only filled to the rim

  • A family is a fractal of overlapping sub-families.

    Daddy-Bear slipped onto the desk to audit my teleconference with the engineers.

    He studied options for the mechanical system life cycle cost analysis.

    After lunch, he snuck onto my shoulder.

    I held still while my daughter shot a portrait.

    A long day for a brown bear in a blue hoodie.

    ䷿䷢

    the little fox after nearly competing the crossing
    gets his tail in the water

  • In a blink the seasons are gone and back again.

    We drew a labryinth on the patio.
    I walked it.

    Breathe in, four steps.
    Breathe out, four steps.

    The boy jumped in front.
    And stopped.

    Breathe in.
    Breathe out.

    He hopped away.

    Breathe in, four steps.
    Breathe out, four steps.

    A split second.
    Our lives.

    ䷛䷪

    to spread white rushes underneath
    no blame

  • They slowly crept out of their cave, into the harsh sunlight.

    After a meeting, I detoured through North Las Vegas to buy two side tables.
    Five hours later, we bought a bookshelf just outside the 215 loop.

    Offerup is back on the phone.
    (Thirty months ago, I bought a plasma car in Henderson.)

    Using cash again,
    Trips to new neighborhood,
    Brief encounters with strangers.

    Old is new again.
    Drifting back towards normal.

    small things may be done
    great things may not be done
    the flying bird brings the message

  • Every marriage is a foreign land, ours is sensibly exotic.

    We made our annual migration back to the parents.

    We forgot some things.
    Went back last night.
    And indulged in extra spring cleaning.

    The Sunday evening date.

    ䷀䷠

    dragon appearing in the field

  • Round two thousand twenty two of the Capital Improvement Planning exercise marched its way through my life.

    The drafts have been distributed.
    I wait for comments.

    But my projects didn’t stop (even if I did).

    Lots of catch up.
    And to clean up.

    The glorious ending is never glamorous.

    Tommorrow has its demands,
    Extra because of yesterday’s shortcuts.

    But phase one is done.
    And I didn’t overwork as much this time.

    A success, even if it doesn’t feel like it.

    ䷷䷽

    the bird’s nest burns up
    the wanderer laughs at first
    then must lament and weep
    through carelessness he loses his cow