Track 19

Perched on a wet rock looking down over Nooksack Falls, I had the best cup of cocoa ever.   It was one of my days with Tayen and we started it in search of snow.  Fortunately, there’s a mountain range nearby.

I’ve spent most Tuesdays and Fridays of Tayen’s young life “taking care of her.”  We’ve done our share of groceries and chores during those times, but have also spent good chunks digging and exploring.  Seems too soon to be fondly remembering, but I’m fondly remembering park adventures, bus rides, lake fishing, urban walkabouts, sneaking into a college lab, and buying/listening to music together. Glorious.

A new child is on the way, things will change. I hope #2 gets to go to some of the same special places as #1.  I know this may be challenging and the days will most definitely be different with two.  On this day however, just Tayen and I reached our snow and jumped in it.  We tossed ice chunks in the river, probed for spooky spots and laughed at shadows/ourselves.  Our pace was slow and slanted.

We found ourselves cold and wet with a waterfall in view, so we cooked up some cocoa and sat down on the perfect rock.  I’m glad I was prepared.  I’m glad we’ve had these days together.

As my child watched the water fall, I watched her.

It was well, it is well with my soul(s).

Track 17

Do you have anything like Alaska or Bob Dylan in your life?  I do admire them, could say I’ve even loved them, yet never have seen either live.  Not sure I want to anymore and it’s getting intentional at this point.  There are streams + sounds + thoughts of my own I like right where they are.  When it comes to tundra and folk heroes I don’t want my images karate chopped or even nudged.

Years ago I wanted to visit Alaska and thought I naturally would some day. I’ve crossed paths with a number who spent life in parts known and unknown up there.  Opportunities to go have been but I still never have. Though,   I feel Alaska in me,   Denali or Dillingham residue left somehow from past conversations or dreams.    Plus, I really really liked the Eddy Vedder songs from Into the Wild.

As for Dylan, we have a long and checkered past.   He’ll always be part of the story.  I don’t listen to his musings that often anymore, but a picture still hangs on the wall.

I find myself wanting to avoid Anchorage altogether , and it seems I’m always booked when Dylan plays the NW.     It’s twisted I know.  I fully get those two don’t need me to be there, don’t care about my neatly constructed expectations, don’t even know my name.
I’ll say it though with respect intact—> I’m sure they are nice enough in person,   but Alaska & Dylan are magic between my ears.

In an unlocked millennium time capsule I found a dusty note from/to myself saying Bob Dylan was the best writer of our era.  Whether I still believe in that doesn’t matter, like I said Bob’s fine without my award.   I’d buy another Dylan album and will probably cry when he passes. I’d also likely put my head down and duck into the alley if I saw him coming at me down the street.

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Track 16

During a lively match of I-SPY, my daughter got the best of me.

–  school bus
green grass
–  wood fence
stoplight
– corner store
sky
– blue crane thing
white house
– pink jacket girl
bendy sign
– motor-biker
pile of pumpkins
– old man
red helmet

….Tayen abruptly stopped the banter to remind me she already spied this particular biker and the red helmet was off limits.  I argued that the head protection was a new thing entirely.  Nowhere near convinced, she questioned if he could ride without the helmet.  I said the rider should of course wear it but could technically (though not legally in WA) ride without it making the red helmet a separate entity apart from the biker himself thus open to future spy call outs.  She countered that she already called “the whole thing.”   Upon further review of this point and the true spirit of I-SPY, I had to agree and issued a concession.   Remarkable/troubling.

“OK, let’s sing a song about this:

     We spy everything,
     We spy something, 
     We spy no thing, 
 
     We spy whatever we want,
     We spy whatever we do,
     We spy you.” 

-Wesley Withrow (lyrics and arguments by Tayen Withrow) 

Track 15

I’ll be attempting to play basketball in an organized fashion this evening at 8:30pm.  Once a baller, it’s been many years (OK a decade +) since I’ve participated in anything more than a park pickup game.  Last three pointer I hit was over my daughter on a Tiny Tikes’ plastic hoop.  Feeling far too old for this but actually am too young.  The league is supposed to be for those over forty, I got an exemption.  I have mixed emotions about this exemption and our team name, “Matrix.”  That said, it will be good to see some friendlies, play a game and bang a bit.

It’s a slow break format, meaning you can’t advance the ball past half court until the other team crosses (unless it’s the last three minutes of a half at which time fast breaking is legal and encouraged so long as you keep your wind).  Think a bookclub where you read just the last chapter and only pay attention to half of what people say while eating appetizers that were given little thought.

If you haven’t already, start worrying about me. I’m a little nervous.  There’s rust here, I doubt my defense, and have a brain chalked full.   Don’t be too concerned though because just when you relax I’ll triple-threat up –>    jab step & deliver a skip pass to my mate low post.  I might just jump-stop to the block &  flip-shot a lupe-de-loosh off glass with seconds to spare. Matrix in your eye.

Track 13.5

OK, so it’s come to my attention by no one, that I’ve been negligent. Well, at least not yet today.

Point is, proper credit for a couple of the pictures should have been given on previous tracks.  I’ll do that from now on, and it’s alright because I’m in with these people.
Henceforth  (because that sounds so buttoned up)  consider each picture to be captured by me unless otherwise noted.  If I snag from pop culture or the internet proper, well I don’t know what to say.  Sorry  internet & culture.  If it seems a picture is of some artistic note and it’s not obvious, I’ll try and give credit there too.  It only seems right.  Agreed? .

Amends:
Track 1 photo by Derek White—>DWhite is one of the brightest men on earth and could have lived in any era, I swear.  + I’ve been to Egypt and the Olympics with him, so there.
Track 13 photo by Moonwater—>Moonwater is an amazing force, with a top shelf smile and mad storytelling skills.  She is a SuperMother, and yes is still a half-step ahead of me as a Scrabble player.  She is a wizard parallel parker,    take that.
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