my wife’s laugh as she speaks with SMO re: “when else can you try human flesh without it being like murder?”. that was after the exclamation that “of course Johnny kept his leg!”
Or standing in the kitchen, looking at my calendar hanging on the fridge (thanks Ma!) Noting that apparently we’ve returned to the same place in the orbit about our sol, where two visits past we sadly said our goodbyes to our friend Alex.
I recall the times he was sooooo excited about the videoing of bands he loved, catching all the shows he was pursuing – all sorts of happy about that. His enthusiasm was contagious. Even when he allowed me to be close to the pain he was in, a visit to the 7th floor (?) of Duke, subdued and not at all comfy. But happy to see us, happy to be with his friends.
Boo told me that last year we made art. I vividly recall the craft event, with my hopes and joys as a graduate of The Little Red Schoolhouse (Maynard/Marcy, NY) art curriculum class of (damn I’m old) … the paste kept the pics on, my painting wasn’t too ‘outside of the box (and on the table)’ …
what am I doing this year to remember?
(5/12)
and so words crafted but unseen for 2 weeks, until another week passes by. In that time memories of JohnParker, the Bear; thoughts for Kimmy & Matt & Dani, for Tom & Linda’s continued happiness, of a birthday for dad, who I got to see just last week.
happy birthday dad!!
I sometimes wonder why I pause – it’s not like I’m empty of things to write down and share. heck – i suspect some of the things are even goodly written!
but pause I do. & sift. & listen to JohnD sing, with all his heart, about Going to Georgia… I hope I have and will express myself with as much heart.
how about a pic of blue to make it up to you??
ciao,
}S{ | dona nobis pacem |