I hope I never come across- God forbid turn into- the person who honks at a mother or father legally crossing the street in a cross walk while pushing their one year old child in a stroller. It takes being a real asshole to honk so that you don’t have to slow down to break the law. Are we not civilized at the end of the day…?
Morning. 3ish. Rain. Somehow I know it is raining; maybe that slightly softer hum that calms all who are now slumbering.
Time for time travel. Quite as a mouse, slip out of the bedroom. Grab a small dengzi, and head for the balcony. My location is there because it gets me as close to rain as possible. Not quite wet as it’s not a true balcony that is open to the air- glass separates me ahead, above and to the two sides.
It’s the sound I seek, my portal to the past. Instantly I can recall the first book I couldn’t put down. I read for three days straight in middle school during the winter. Somehow I remember this through the rain.
It also takes me back to memories of ‘grandpa’ across the street. He was a mean ol’ coot but I think I saw him smile once. His grandchildren were as crafty as he was cranky. Their craftiness countered my cautiousness and was an equal trade for both parties.
I remember the fence we used to run behind and the sounds of the highway at 3ish in the morning 20 years past. Just a few pinches of pixie dust let’s you fly, just a few drops of rain let’s you bridge the fourth dimension. And it’s a peaceful journey.
death by watching paint dry.
But apprehending the cheat-
a most remarkable feat
leaves one chasing that ultimate high.
Off went the beard, just too much silver shining through at such a young age. Body is aching and muscles pop every which way- it’s a wonder I can move at all. Time for bed… Feeling young again hitting the hay near midnight though when I wake up early I’ll be…
Ugh. Not tired enough to sleep and I’ll probably be miserable tomorrow. Killjoy.
Just finished a little work ‘madness’. Students posted some of their thoughts about a documentary. Impressive some of their reviews, others perhaps less so. Now to hone their language skills…
Where to start? At the beginning of course!
It seems scriptogr.am has run its course, just when I was about to start back in. Go figure. Could self host on Dropbox but don’t feel like fussing with my CMS or shifting through my hacked together coding.
I’m wondering if WordPress will let me use markdown…
If so, I’m a happy camper…
this blog, it appears, has come to an end…
…but never fear- reincarnation is here: