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| may 2013, lovely late winter eve in upstate |
“Invest In Knowledge–Not Just Equipment” says a wise line in an email I just read regarding becoming a professional photographer …
Does it tie in well with my most current pursuit of summer school (trapped …. like rats)? Does it tie in super nicely with a few comments by Richard Feynman? Those comments which were are in the textbook for my first summer class (Reading the World – Ideas That Matter by Michael Austin)? Yes, yes to all of it!
I sit preparing to prepare for the class of Mon/Wed, listening to good music (KEXP, stream it for John in the Morning, honest – it’s good. Sea of Love by the National right now) … Boo’s had fun and joy hanging with her brother, playing games. I had my fun and games rolling north for a friend’s birthday (why do I always feel awkward?), seeing my sister and her fam, seeing the people who are awesome and make that location special and hopeful.
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| moms at matts. also, small pony/large puppy |
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| Ma H gets a well deserved hug from Kimmy |
Even tried making a few left turns as I rolled down the deep rut of my recollective psyche. Tomato – on grilled cheese?! Who’d a thunk?
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| beauty reminds us – feel joy even if you are sad |
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| … and sad or happy, wish your mom a happy day! |
I think back on the other times I’ve been to class. Sitting and letting the brain … stretch? Wither? Suffer? I’m thinking of some of the writing I did for a previous class, and the amazingly good advice I had read and regurgitated; I see the wisdom of the ages, I guess. Hah. I’m going with my mind was just racing too damn fast to be able to embrace the cosmic truths presented to me oh those lifetimes ago – one of the benefits of reminiscence, eh? Perchance this time I will be able to ‘get it’ – if not, we’ll try again, I guess. “Too often, we are scared … “
Spring time has come, bringing lovely flowers, horrible storms, and general sighs of resignation as the mugginess increases, the ceiling fans’ speed increases, and I reach for my Keens.
Do I ever actually speak my mind in my writing? Do I ever come out and say thing like ‘visiting with my dad was both great and deeply saddening – his smile and his demeanor are nice to be around, his memory slipping away is not. Even though I wanted to ask him about his mother on Mother’s Day, I realized it wasn’t going to happen. Best to be in the moment, be with the man, enjoy him and his being, and hope to see him again soon.’
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| poorly focused selfie, with pop, may 2013 |
No. It’s up there with admitting that Matt’s observation ‘it must have been hard for you’ was both truthful, yet deflect-able – this level of cuteness:
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| may 2013, just going for a stroll |
leads to this level of hope:
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| love in the living room, may 2013 |
(11:16a) – had the most wonderful snuggles with the pooper, Halitron, and Boo on the sofa right now – had been missing them both for the week I was in upstate; though the video chat was awesome, there’s something about defending yourself and your loved one from the well-meaning licks of a 35 lb fur-covered pinball. No snappies, but let me tell ya wow – certainly fills the love bucket to overflowing. Sigh.
Ok – all over the place (but when am I not??) – thanks for reading. Hope you are doing well. Think about what you want to invest in – probably never a bad use of thoughts.
ciao,
“Keep Calm and Carry On” or “Keep Calm … and Cupcakes!”
{{9:26a + 22May2013 = Wednesday morn || birds chirping outside over Bon Iver singing Flume on KEXP}}