chilly clarity, oddly in December

sculptures with arms raised, three figures around a central pillar with a stone embedded at the top of the pillar.
2024-12-03

[|Tue 03 Dec 2024 @06:58| 24 Impossible degrees|
as DJ Miss Ashley on Early on KEXP spins
Defense by Panda Bear feat. Cindy Lee from 2025’s Sinister Grift and the world awakes]

pottery sculputer, circular cone base, globe like middle with a bowl or dish atop, in front of a fence with dramatic cloudy sky behind
another lovely piece of art, from the garden. c. Dec ’24, Chapel Hill, NC

Following the routine is always easier if, say, you HAVE a routine. Follow me for more life tips! Getting the kiddo out in the mornings can be a grind, but what I need to also note – more often than not we are successful, and he has a good start/arrival to HIS routine. What is it with the immediate irritation that tanks the big picture I wonder.

Walking the path of educating with the boy has a unique angle of experience – say, spelling words. Vocabulary. What a concept! As always I wonder how much of what I am living through is typical of all school kids lives of all time; or did Mom have her own ‘joys’ with the school work that arrived at our home? I mean – either it was easier for Blood and I (twice the output from a single effort?) or ya know, chaos. I should bother ms. Hannah re: that – what with her R & E walking a path similar to mine and Blood’s.

I sit and watch the news headlines roll in – NC Republicans make power grab to diminish the Governor’s power; but it’s not about me. It’s not about anyone I know. It’s all about the rich and powerful, and that frankly sucks. When did I buy into the dream? Is this the inevitable outcome of embracing Superman? Possibly, probably. Perhaps the revisit to what I recall should be seen with a filter of how society projects the HARDEST what it so urgently needs? Well, no – MCU kinda crushes that hypothesis. There’s certainly an understanding of what we can conceive and dream of, and what we mere mortals are insticntively going to do, eh? Probably ties to my puritanical mindset (can I say upbringing? not really) and general fear/anxiety of the unknown, eh? Well that and the fucking depressing idea that we’re mere animals all fancy and what not with our shiny places to throw our crap. Perhaps rabbit, perhaps.

ciao,
Scott