It takes time to appreciate how I once
made a friend so unhappy the next night
on the road from Chauncey to Amesville, Ohio,
she steered her Fiat Spider head on
into an on-coming truck. Her boyfriend
identified her waitress uniform.
She's been dead now for more than twenty years.
What I did to hurt her I won't tell you -
so you're free to imagine any vicious,
self-indulgent, hapless blunder or crime
while I go about turning this into a poem again,
turning over heavy marl, the garden
in spring, and the wind picks up, flinging soil
against my neck, behind my ears, into my teeth.
You have to get dirty: what appreciate
means is to price. After living a while
you understand the ways you have to pay.
I took pictures, but I left my camera cable on my desk at home. Maybe I'll put this up this evening before we leave Saul with a baby sitter for the first time ever. More on that tomorrow, maybe.
Among other casserole dishes, I ate one that was mostly made up of corn, Fritos, and mayonnaise. Just stop to wrap your mind around that for a minute. Corn. Fritos. And mayonnaise.
There were also potato casseroles, spaghetti casseroles and green-bean casseroles. And ham and yeast rolls and salad made with iceberg lettuce. And lemonade and coffee.
For dessert, there was lemon meringue pie, two chocolate cakes, brownies, a strawberry Jello mold, and cherry cobbler.
Although the look on his face when he falls over at the end is pretty funny.
We will be leaving for Missouri tomorrow morning and I'm not entirely sure when we'll be back. Posting will probably be sporadic.
Although the occasion is a sad one, Saul will get to meet many of his relatives for the first time. I also hope he will help to comfort people. I only wish B's grandpa could have met him.
I tried to find a clip on YouTube and I couldn't, but I did find someone who had uploaded the entire movie in small parts. The kiss is at 8:35.
The man I love most says one day
he will take a ballpoint pen and connect
the stars across this freckled
scoop of chest and milky way.
We’ll cross the slope
of pale belly and name
the new constellation after a god
who shows people
all the places they might shine.
I've been meaning to write about mine and B's recent issues with environmentalism and consumer culture. We've both been moving farther and farther from the mainstream, and we're now dealing with issues of morality versus convenience, etc. But instead of properly dealing with such serious issues, I'm stressing over a constipated baby and a still-missing band-aid.
But he can be awfully cute.
I bet you can see where this is going.
It took him approximately 5 seconds to get the mitten off and eat the band-aid. Luckily, he got it down after coughing and choking for only about 15 seconds.
We called poison control and his pediatrician. We were told to just wait for it to come out the other end.
We're still waiting.
There's nothing more humiliating then dropping your kid off at daycare and having to ask them to keep an eye out.
And we pray to our Lord
Who we know is American
He reigns from on high
He speaks to us through middlemen
And he shepherds his flock
We sing out and we praise His name
He supports us in war
He presides over football games
And the right will prevail
All our troubles shall be resolved
We have faith in the Lord
Unless there's money or sex involved
Can someone tell me whether I'm being crazy? I don't even know anymore.
A big, fat, juicy raise.
It's like a big, wonderful present.
Except one that I worked my heiny off for.
And one that I have to pay taxes on.
We've been scrimping lately, but we're going out for Thai food tonight. No more watery Amy's Tom Kha, tonight I get the real thing!