Monday, January 31, 2011

notice

*All day he has looked at the snow out the window and exclaimed that I certainly know when the snow and cold is coming and when it is time to start an eight hour's drive home. I glow because I have always known things and it is lovely for him to notice now.

birthday, early morning, life

*I had the happiest, happiest birthday ever I had for a long time--and so simple it was.
Museums in the morning. Sitting on a sun warmed bench in the afternoon until my bottom was numb and my nose was cold. Then up the stairs to the San Francisco Grill for a Cobb salad to eat at a table by the window. We sat looking out until the still entangled Christmas lights of the Plaza were turned on. We walked back to the hotel to read in bed.

*We woke at the same time and walked out into the dark, under the arcade to buy some coffee. The Plaza was deserted, the arcade also. Our shoes counted out rhythm on the cold bricks. Coffee. Then into the car through the Sunday sleeping city of pinon smells and animal eyes glowing in the dark and crisp air.

*Life isn't about
waiting
for the storm
to pass,
it's about
learning
to dance
in the rain.

Sunday, January 2, 2011

hole

BECCA: Does it ever go away?
NAT: What?
BECCA:This feeling.
NAT: No. I don't think it does. Not for me, it hasn't.
And that's goin' on 11 years.(pause) It changes though.
BECCA: How?
NAT: I don't know. The weight of it, I guess. At some point it
becomes bearable. It turns into something you can crawl out
from under and carry around--like a brick in your pocket. And
you forget it every once in a while, but then you reach in for
whatever reason and there it is: "Oh, right. That." Which can
be awful. But not all the time. Sometimes it's kinda...not
that you like it exactly, but it's what you have instead of
your son, so you don't wanna let go of it either. So you
carry it around. And it doesn't go away, which is.....
BECCA: What
NAT: Fine...actually.
"Rabbit Hole"

temperature, veg, leaps

*The subtle discernment of temperatures in the winter. Right pinky finger numbness. Hair crackly. Toes unfelt. Nose hair frozen at inhalation.

*Cleaning out the refrigerator of old, forlorn vegetables. Into a warm nourishing soup they go.

*Small dogs leaping over snow drifts to follow.