GRIZZLY PEAR
He was crying over nothing.
Inconsolable.
The boy has a bad temper.
I picked him up and sang the song.
小宝宝去睡觉
(little precious go to sleep).
The one they hate and never worked.
He’s getting long.
I don’t have many chances.
䷾䷞
water over fire
tears sting in the smoke
He typed random words in the Hoopla search bar
“NU …..”
Chose the album with a dog on the cover.
I Got a Dog
Pressed “Borrow”.
This week, we have trippy electronica.
䷇
thus the kings of antiquity
bestowed the different states as fiefs
The kids reenacted the The Nightmare Before Christmas.
The soundtrack played on the phone.
A white cape designated Jack (and played Santa’s beard).
The foam roller stood as the Christmas tree;
Books became boxes of presents.
They popped in and out of the closet, swapping roles.
She directed me to roll two stacked yoga balls as Oogie Boogie.
䷪䷞
mighty in the forward-striding toes
I see why this book is so widely read.
It starts as a memoir of life in the concentration camps and ends with the catharsis of logotherapy.
I have no idea whether logotherapy works, though it sure sounds truthy, especially coming from one who has survived so much trauma.
So that leaves us the memoir. And what is there to say? Holy hell, we have some evil people and evil systems in this world. I hope I’m not complicit in the worst of such systems right now.
The other thought came from the date of publication, one year after the end of the war. It’s amazing how quickly societies bounce back from the abyss. We’re really good at forgetting the past and moving on as if nothing has happened.
If someone else was crushed yesterday, what is it to me? Today or tomorrow? It’s a cold world.
Maybe logotherapy is the answer.
My mom gave me her bunny shaped cutting board I got rabbits.
Twenty years ago.
I finally sanded it.
It’s smooth, but uneven.
I need to be more careful next time,
In twenty years.
Maybe it’ll be their turn to sand it smooth.
Will they have their own bunnies?
䷠䷞
cheerful retreat
everything serves to further
They turned off the lights in the bedroom.
Pulled out a flashlight.
Turned it on.
And gave it to me.
Two cats chasing a beam of light.
䷗
going out and coming in without error
friends come without blame
to and fro goes the way
Dog-Dragon fights MissMiss the Cat-Snake.
His tail swings a rope sword.
䷎䷁
While I washed dishes at the sink, the boy squatted behind me with a little plastic saw.
He started on one calf, and then the next.
䷳
keeping his back still
so that he no longer feels his body
My upper back decided to assert its existence.
A rough week of fitful sleep.
Fortunately Instacart accidentally delivered two tubes of Ben Gay last year.
The kids hate the smell.
I’ve entered the grandma zone.
䷙䷿
practice chariot driving and armed defense daily
Last day of September.
Last swim of the year.
The end of summer.
We played
Marco Polo,
Horse,
Bridge,
Tickle Monster,
Egg.
All in a nine foot pool.
We watched the sky
and planes flying by.
What will be be next summer?
Can we swim in the same pool twice?
䷈䷼
It furthers one to cross the great water.