How the bell around the cat’s neck grates as she rubs her neck against the concrete. And we stopped caring so much about the cleanliness in our house. Which is counterintuitive because we were all home now all of the… Read More ›
writing
Beneath a vernal moon
Just like it always did, the spring came back.
Ten years gone
I had a talk with Lily about the scenario where both mom and dad get sick and someone has to assume control of the house, which would fall to Lily.
No contact pizza
My beard was getting thick enough I could tug on it in a way that both hurt and felt good at the same time.
The nervous system
In less than a week I ate most of a small ham by myself, oftentimes eating it cold by my computer for breakfast with a hard-boiled egg and coffee.
Metadata
There was a lot to celebrate still.
Song for April, 2008
It took me way too long to appreciate the nuance in that record, called April and released on April 1, 2008.
More news from nowhere
Lily practices the piano with her teacher on FaceTime and asks if he can teach her the song River, by Joni Mitchell.
Spring frost
By the end of March I’d started taking Ginger on daily walks up the trails near my mom’s house in Germany. There were two sets of trails, but I didn’t know what they were called so I referred to one… Read More ›
Writings on the wall
Writings on the wall Writings on the wall — Read on kedhikari.home.blog/2020/03/22/writings-on-the-wall/ Great piece from Nepalese writer Keshav Adhikari on COVID-19 and listening to nature’s prompts.
Bill Pearse 