In the morning the tops of the trees were pale-pink from a sun I couldn’t see, and it was cool enough I needed a sweater for my walk. It was just me on the road until I got to the lake, and then the same anglers started to appear with their bikes and their buckets. No one sleeps this time of year, there’s no incentive. It’s still light past nine at night, then by five again in the morning. I’ll sometimes get into bed before dark since I go pretty hard during the day. But Dawn reminds me she goes 12, 15 hours sometimes — and on top of that, she picks up most of the kid-responsibilities. I did fix dinner last night and clean up, but it’s small potatoes by comparison.
On Saturday we all got checked for lice, and three out of four of us were infested. Charlotte, with her long blonde hair, was the equivalent of a downtown Vancouver condominium population-wise, but Lily and Dawn just had eggs. They use an oil to agitate your scalp and bring the bugs to the surface, then a wire comb to pull them out. Then, they put the lice on a paper towel so you can see them first-hand. After you get treated, you have to wait with a plastic bag over your head until they die, then get checked again before you can go home.
When we got back, Dawn bagged up all the pillows and washed the bedding. You have to bag up anything you’ve been in close contact with; lice dies after 24 hours without a host.
And it was the same procedure in reverse on Mother’s Day, to un-bag and do all the laundry, which I did dutifully while Dawn went to church and the kids slept in — and we had brunch at Beth’s, then dinner at our house — and come Monday morning, I realized I’d forgotten Dawn’s card and wrote in it while wearing my bath towel before work, then got a text from her at the office saying, thanks — and I wrote back, “looking forward to getting home tonight and having a drink,” — and we did, and then I climbed into bed, tried to get Charlotte to come in with me but she wasn’t into it, so I slipped off as the sun went down, and got up to do it all over again.
the rhythm of a day
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Amen, Beth
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“to do it all over again”
Yep. That could mean so many things — positive, negative, and everything in between.
Beautiful picture.
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Ha, thanks Mark: you got it. *slaps gut*
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I’m assuming you’ve heard Jackson Browne’s The Pretender. If not, check it out.
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By the way … far better to “do it all over again” than to not.
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Agreed, and thanks for the JB tip 😀
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Jeebus. The lice. It goes around the elementary schools here. It’s why I never go camping (among a multitude of other reasons). I would’ve been a terrible pioneer.
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I scratch at the thought of it, I itch.
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“And when the morning light comes streaming in, you’ll get up and do it again. Amen.”
“You go back Jack, do it again. Wheels turning round and round…”
Lice-talk:
“You louse”.
“Yep”.
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That’s one of the best songs EVER. Hey, I heard Eno is (or has) released a 6 disc ambient collection. Let’s riff off that! No songs about lice, probably.
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I ordered the vinyl version (natch. such a wanker – cds are the perfect medium for ambient music). On-line. From Germany. Lot of money. Haven’t heard anything yet and I’m getting a tad nervous. Not the riff I want to be playing, really. But (assuming a parcel ultimately arrives) let’s boogie! It might FINALLY get me writing something about ambient stuff.
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I like the idea that there’s no incentive for sleep. I’d stay up 24/7 if I could pull it off.
Meanwhile, vis-a-vis the lice, you’ll want to check this out: https://youtu.be/40ty64Tx2Mk.
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The video is intoxicating in its badness. My god. I was afraid to watch, to open, to be honest. Hi Kevin!
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Yes, I wish I could unsee it. Hiya, Bill!
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What an interesting and rhythmic day unspooling. There is no boredom in life I guess and we choose to get busier in interesting things flung by life.
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Correct, Vishal! I agree, no boredom in life please…I like the unspooling, for sure…enjoy the coming day to you sir! Bill
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