Like a Greek myth that punishes its subject to suffer the daily pattern of futility as recompense for some trespass with the gods, so it was: not the recurring monotony of the pandemic but instead just getting our kids to put their shoes on the rack and not leave them willy-nilly on the floor where everyone walks. One of the many, many things I had to let go of as a parent but never could. And that was one of a handful of small patterns I could not break that would age me spoonful by spoonful, day by day.
None of it felt real though all of it was. I sat on the chaise lounge with my eyes closed and the cat beside me, the birds, and nothing more. The sun, an angry eye squinting through the trees. The season receding and the scraping of trash can totes up the gravel. The yucca fronds leaning upwards and out, the hummingbirds’ strange peeping sounds. Our stamped patio was slanted and the rhododendrons drooped. I had two more weeks of work for the year, maybe a little more. Then in a couple months I’d be 50. We had a lot of wood to burn and time to go still. I’d spend it focused on lighting candles at 4 and growing my beard out more than before. Life reduced down to a postage stamp and worth collecting, saved in a book.
Surely you’re putting these posts into a book of sorts – some day your kids will be amazed – and grateful for the gift of “postage stamps” reflecting bits of life they were part of. [Tho they may still leave shoes in the middle of the floor even in their sixties … ]
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Hey that’s kind of you Jazz, thanks…it’s everything you say, for sure. Hope you’re well and sending you good thoughts! Bill
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There’s a lot to unpack in this little gem. Truly lovely. The sun was is an angry pink eye blinking through the thick haze. Hope you are breathing easy up there Bill. Are you going for the ZZ Top thing now?
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Ha! The ZZ Top thing! Gosh I never would have seen that in my future…thanks Ilona. It’s not going to end well (the beard). Like the ponytail phase, maybe I just need to try it once.
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Sisyphus with shoes, and a new slant on “Forever” stamps. Wait a minute wait a minute Mr. Postman & I have measured out my life with coffee spoons. I can never remember who is was in the legend, that had to spend eternity filling a sieve with water, or in my case, carry a cup of tea across the room without spilling it.
Nice! Handsome compact writing, definitely one for the album.
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That Sisyphus! Too close to VD, that name. Nice to hear from you again and happy you enjoyed, I like the phrase “compact writing,” thank you. Tidy like a CD, fits in the glove compartment or a sleeve. Be well Robert.
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Hope is the thing with Velcro.
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Ha, yes…is it me or have you stopped posting now for a while? Have you gone all JD Salinger on us or what? Is someone else managing your Twitter? Be honest.
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No, still every Thursday. Twitter I’ve eased off, though. Ugly habit.
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I’ve been outed then for relying on email as my feed for posts vs. the Reader. Not getting those emails. Weird. Will go get caught up then! Thought maybe you’d evolved from this nonsense, ha…
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As Van Morrison sang, “It’s too late to stop now,” which will make even more sense if you head over to today’s post.
I rarely use the Reader. In fact, there aren’t many I read anymore.
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Somehow I slipped out of followage. That’s awesome. I’m back. You have a new, old follower. Well…still 49 for 60 days or so. Hi and bye!
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Oh man, counting those last days, eh? It’s not so bad. (It’s pretty bad.)
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It’s too late to turn back now brown eye girl.
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And bTw isn’t Van just the most fun and lovable object of parody? I loved the multi-dimensional aspect to his verbiage in your piece. Works on many levels. Likely a) drunk, b) bad connection and c) just Van. Brill
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King of all the mumblers.
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Lips as articulated as the lids (not!)
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Putting him on next I just decided. Pudding him on next. Get me out of this new Flamjng Lips wankerville. Reminds me too much of myself.
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Haven’t tackled that one yet. Wankerville…
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Check it! Veedon Fleece!
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No, I meant the new Flaming Lips. I love Veedon Fleece. Listened to it just the other day. Can’t push the river!
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An eight, definitely the latter Over the former. Comparing pork to cotton candy
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“Fair play to you.” There you go, thanks. Happy to stumble upon your blog, so to speak.
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For some reason that I can’t quite put my finger on, that second paragraph feels huge. Epic. Or maybe it’s that something epic is about to happen.
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Kind of story of my life and likely, largely unwritten. Ha! I saved your comment for the end of my work day and now feel like the dog after she’s just gulped her dinner and looks hungry again. Story of my life, again. Cue the Lips album and let’s have a virtual hang.
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Ah those shoes forever littering the entrance… When I get into a frenzy berating everyone in the house and they ask why do I get so bothered about the little things… Because when you can’t control the bigger things, like grey hairs sprouitng and candles crowding out the decorations on the cake, you try to control what you think you should be able to?
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That’s a good insight there, the things you think you should be able to control…I wonder if fruit flies fall into that category or the other one?
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The sun, an angry eye squinting through the trees.
Fabulous. Turning stasis into poetry.
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Happy Sunday morning Mr. Jenkins and thank you for taking some time here with me!
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My pleasure, sir. Have had a strong sense of wanting to catch up on the reading, spend time with you. Sunday morning feels right.
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Dude I just wish I could figure out what connects those records! I’m flummoxed! Ha ha! Be well, enjoy the day…
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Ha! Clue from the bard. What’s in a name?
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A rose by any other…
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