Feel Fucking Triumphant.
Decide I'll remember this forever.
Monday, December 14, 2009
How to: make a memory
Decide: I don't give a shit about the Olympic Torch that is coming through town at 6:30 pm. Arrive home: 6:35 pm. Decide: hey wait! I want to see it!! Bust in the door and Yell, KIDS GET YOUR CLOTHES ON LETS GO SEE THE TORCH FASTER FASTER. Throw Lew on my shoulders, walk as fast as we can to the end of our street, repeating, we probably missed it, we probably missed it all the way. Arrive at the bottom of the street just in time to see the torch running by, and decide to Run With The Torch (with one kid on my shoulders and two running behind me) and get swept away with the crowd. Run all the way to Market Square.
Thursday, December 10, 2009
Things found
"...the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones that never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn..."
Tuesday, December 8, 2009
Sunday, December 6, 2009
July, 1979
That's what the back says anyway: July, 1979. I think this was at the farmhouse in Nova Scotia and I think that's Dad's arm. And the story goes: someone made a joke that I was going to stay with Lloyd Forever and I cried because I thought it was true. But I was two. And Lloyd knew better: he's laughing! And when Dad called this morning and woke me out of a deep sleep, so deep my muscles forgot how to work, the last thing I thought he would say was that Lloyd had died in the night. Dying is strange. And when people die, it makes the memory of them (and them in your life) seem so much more fragile and slippery. My second Real Regret in life is that I didn't name a child after him.
Thursday, December 3, 2009
Conversations
In the school-yard:
Dexter's BFF: "So, what's your 'celebration' project on? Mine's on Christmas. I love christmas!"
Dexter: "Mine's on Easter...did you know that the cross was an instrument of torture?"
oh no....
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