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Trying to regulate and relegate feelings can be a tricky business. Like I want to hang out with my ladies and feel everything on Tuesday, but then go to work or do dishes on Wednesday and feel nothing.  As if there is a tap I’m in total control of.

It gets confusing though when in the same day I can see news about an earthquake death-toll and have no feeling turning the channel, only to be deeply impacted by a pop song about tigers.
I think I need the tap to survive, but acknowledge I can’t possibly be in total control as to prevent leaks.

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Track 72

Things get strange when
one moment you’re home (the original one)
looking at the window of your childhood room from the outside,
& in a flash you’re talking to Ranftle or Billingsley or can’t remember Name.
20th reunion–> discovering what/who is the same/different. And I’m reminded of how big Mount Rainier and Teachers are. And it’s strange and beautiful to walk into the same gymnasium where at times I hid, at others I shined.
And seemingly hours later you go- there I go-     to sit in an ornate theater finding myself moved to hear David Sedaris describe crossing state lines to get a tumor removed by a stranger in hopes of feeding it to turtles come late Spring.
And then there’s Don’s.
You and I could say we had a strange weekend.

 

 

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Track 67

Me + jeans and a clean shirt = someone who seems reasonable at work or walking down the street (not overtly friendly, but a conversation could be struck up with this Me.)

Me + 6:30AM emerging from dark pickup = a shady character to be avoided in the parking lot.

Me + a button up = “have a good day sir.”

Me + torn shorts and hoody filling gas cans = concerned looks.

Me + two kids in Woods Coffee = a highly trustable man perfect for watching a college student’s purse and laptop while she goes to the bathroom.


 

 

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Track 66

In Trivial Pursuit I’m always better at the Pop Culture or Sports questions than Science.  Though I latch on to science folk and try to learn from them, I guess I prefer books about life at Sea or in a Band.

Also what classifies as a crib around here, the one we used for Tayen, never really got reassembled for Nyla.  She’s been doing other things at night.
That said, I love-love-loved this line I read from The Scientist in the Crib:  
 
“If the child is the budding psychologist, we parents are the laboratory rats.”

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Track 65

Was out in shorts and T yesterday, nearly applied sunblock to children. In February, that’s how it’s been.  I fully get we/West haven’t the reality or even imagination of the snow banks out East, but we’ve had our wind(s) this winter.

The season’s wind damage to the acre:

  • some shingles + ridge cap down
  • big flying branch takes out gutter section, could have been worse
  • big flying branch takes out no one, could have been worser
  • significant neighbor branch flies a long way on to our property
  • shed door wildly swings open busting hinge and post
  • birdhouse down
Through all of it, every single gust, there’s been this little pinwheel surviving in the same spot for months.  99 cents that never wavered.  An exact partner a few feet away didn’t last two days.   This thing has amazed me–> repeatedly standing ground and doing its job no matter the weather–>  staying true and still spinning as other bigger branches have surrendered and messed up our yard.
Telling myself if it can I can.

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