Saturday, October 09, 2021

When you see the world, introduce yourself like a guest

The world is actually wonderful:

  • The Italian For Dummies-type book behind the little La Mega coffee cart at the farmer's market
  • Someone practicing the trombone at night, standing in a third-floor window
  • Phoebe Bridgers playing in an exam room at Planned Parenthood
  • A sign in front of an elementary school that said HAVE YOU USED MATH TODAY? TALK WITH YOUR CHILDREN
  • In the quiet woods, I thought my stomach was making a really weird noise, but it was a drone overhead

Recent animals: 
  • A fox! (But only Mark saw it)
  • 8 geese very slowly crossing a busy street in a neat line, all cars and bikes patiently waiting for them
  • 3 border collies I didn't meet but heard about from a friendly person at an apple orchard — search and rescue border collies that work with the Maine warden service looking for lost folks in the woods

Monday, October 04, 2021

Here is the time for the sayable, here is its homeland.

The pandemic can apparently be blamed on...Maine lobster

Driving in the countryside on Friday, we passed a sign that said "Death and Breakfast." Halloween-themed B&B, I guess.

We also saw the White Mountains as we drove; I know they're wee as far as mountains go, but they always make me say "Oh!"

And then Melissa got married, which was the loveliest. 

See what I mean? The loveliest.


Oh! And then I got to join Holly and Maia for a drizzly outdoor breakfast, then rally for reproductive rights with them and my girl. I love how 100% of the people you see at such gatherings are wearing masks and giving you space. 

On Sunday, Adam and I went for one last dogwalk before he heads back to SF for a spell. And Zoë indulged me by helping me figure out my beautiful new game, which as it turns out is fun to play and also, birds. 

And then Clover got skunked. I always run out of bandaids and tylenol, but let me tell you, I am never without a quart of hydrogen peroxide and a box of baking soda. 



Saturday, October 02, 2021

Tuppence a pound

Again, life goes in a flash — Mom and Dad were here for a wonderful and luxuriously long visit, and now they're home and it's October somehow!

I'm looking forward to The French Dispatch and this companion book of New Yorker essays that inspired Wes Anderson to write it.

The past few weeks in animals:

  • 2 ladybugs in the bathroom
  • little brown birds at the red feeder
  • mouse I hallucinated while I was mowing the grass
  • chipmunk-by-the-sea
  • silken windsocks on the dog beach 
  • 2 dead squirrels, one a mystery, the other a murder by a certain sweet dog 
  • Emily and Matt's beautiful chickens
  • a ruffled dove that looked like it was wearing a wedding dress
  • the Lord God Bird, gone 

Reading: Mysteries, always so calming. Books Mom left behind for me, and the library books I can never catch up with.

WatchingSacred Games with Zoë, which is great but really violent. She has seen it already and is constantly warning, "Oh, a disturbing part is coming up!" Also my regularly self-administered doses of xanax The Great British Baking Show.



Breathing more deeply now, aren't you?


Friday, October 01, 2021

Friday, September 10, 2021

Isn't it your dream to be wholly invisible someday?

Both brothers were here, it was like a dream! The weather was mild, the walks were long and meandering, the soft serve was soft and sweet and flavored with fresh peaches. David finally won Clover over after nearly five years (she is a little heartbreaker). My brothers! My heart!

And now my parents are roadtripping up from Cackalacky for a visit, hooray!

I'm going to try to turn my attention back to bloggery, away from online time sucks, like Twitter where I get mad at people and compose angry tweets and delete them.


Actually mostly they are getting it. I just like this person's illustration.

Roundabout: paved.
Pandemic: continuing apace.
Brain: lacking focus.
Stomach: generally not terrible.


Monday, August 16, 2021

Fingers sticky if I could only hear it

The air is translucent again, after days of thick, sticky heat, and birds singing through it in the yard. It feels like Maine!

Isaac was here for almost a week, and so was Oona, and there was some A+ cousin time, Zoë and Isaac and Oona (and sometimes Jonah) heading to the lake, to visit the food trucks on the Eastern Prom. Friday night, Adam, Oona, Zoë, and I watched Stop Making Sense in Congress Square Park, alongside a five-year-old's rollicking birthday party (birthday boy in a suit, much dancing along to the movie). 

I do keep thinking I should write more here, as a way to keep track of the Things and When they Happened.

Like this, a Kettle Cove picnic-by-the-sea on a hot August evening, with banh mi and cold seltzer and a raspberry swirl pound cake made by Oona and me. No Frisbee was played, no swimming was done, but there were Good Dogs there.


Or this, early on a Saturday morning, after we heard a rumor that Cong Tu Bot had reopened for breakfast only, and just the four of us headed out first thing to sit outside and try their breakfast sandwich and coconut yogurt with lychee and mango and sweet Vietnamese iced coffee and brilliant green pandan coffee cake. Pictured: walking there from where we parked the car, from across the street, I thought, my family!