“The best part of waking up is Folgers in your cup!” is not the song going through my head when I crawl out of bed. However, I am thinking about the entire pot of dark, dark coffee I am going to drink and the two cigarettes that will chase it and make me feel super duper good for the rest of the day.
The song that does go through my head every morning is that Neil Young song. “Old man take a look at my life I’m a lot like you.” It makes me giggle a little bit as I hobble to the bathroom or to get Rhen a new diaper so he can continue using his own personal built in bathroom. Lately it has been my ankles. I mean what the hell? My ankles are stiff? When I was in college I listened to a lot of Neil Young. My soul was wizened. “I need somebody to love me the whole night through.” I knew shit and I had seen it with my own eyes. Cue Hendrix. Experienced. That was me. Neil Young and I were on the same page.
C. and I’ve talked about the “Old Man” song a little bit and it has come somewhat of a joke in the morning. I’ll even sing it when I get out of bed and we laugh. Neil Young wasn’t talking about being world-weary. He was talking about his aching joints, and a crappy job that made him ache (probably his ankles). Just limping along to the bathroom or getting a diaper for his baby.
Our bathroom sink has the saddest drain ever. It cries and then my soul cries. It sounds like Chewbacca but without the growl part. Yuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuw, and then it peters out. We’ve dumped like three gallons of Drano down it, nothing doing. Looks like I’ll need to get invasive on it. C. said I could fix its leaky faucet while I’m at it.
Some days, parenting feels so ridiculous. I hate it when I fall into the parent cliche. Stressed out, messy house, broken door handle and the logistics of a one car family when that one car needs to go to the garage. In getting that car (we call her Snoopy) to the garage, I managed to offend everyone in my path this morning. “I’m in a BAD MOOD” was my only excuse. Just need to get to coffee. Please, have mercy on my frustrated throbbing soul.
Anyways, we hope Saint Duane repairs our car with minimal expense to us. God bless him and his trusty staff of foreign car experts.
Ah, back to the drudgery of routine. I love it. Coffee at 5:30 (that’s morning, not evening Rachel), waiting for Rhen to wake up and start my day for real. Public Radio is on and droning, “Habitat for Humanity, blah blah blah, support for NPR, greater good, blah blah blah.” We’re not members because
we’re broke we can’t fit it into our budget. But Barbara F. is paying our share right now, and we’ve talked to her about it, and she’s cool with it.
Looking forward to getting out with Rhen this morning and taking some shots. Looks to be a fabulous day. This is the week we were waiting for all mushy spring and sweltering summer. Its that one pristine week in autumn when everything about Minnesota and its oddball uneven seasons are justified. I believe the word in everyone’s mind is “glorious” and it wouldn’t be an exaggeration. Fall is here, but it doesn’t stay for long. Soak it up.
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Leaves drop outside from the fall rain. My son is sleeping snuggled next to me in the hippy sling and Death Cab For Cutie plays in the background. A strong cup of coffee and my iBook keeps me warm and happy. I don’t have to work and “Lost” is on tonight. Does it get any better than this? I think I’ll take a nap, shortly. Today reminds me of my favorite poem by James Wright. I know I’ve posted this poem before in the past, but it’s a favorite.
Lying in a Hammock on William Duffy’s Farm in Pine Island, Minnesota
Over my head, I see the bronze butterfly,
Asleep on the black trunk,
blowing like a leaf in green shadow.
Down the ravine behind the empty house,
The cowbells follow one another
Into the distances of the afternoon.
To my right,
In a field of sunlight between two pines,
The droppings of last year’s horses
Blaze up into golden stones.
I lean back, as the evening darkens and comes on.
A chicken hawk floats over, looking for home.
I have wasted my life.
Okay, I have a serious Flickr problem. Wake up. Drink coffee and go for walk. Bring camera because you just never know when you willl need a picture (when I say “you”, I mean “I”)! Everything is a little piece of art waiting to be photographed. Actually I just want to be showcased in the “Interestingness” portion of the site and then I will give up this sick disease. Flickritis. In fact last night, I actually found someone I know on Flickr. Just randomly searching the recently uploaded. You see, I spend way too much time on it.
Today we have swim lessons and then–shopping? Later tonight C. and I are going out for dinner. Rhen will be babysat by my parents. Looks to be a great weekend.