Category: wandering mind
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Willing fall
I’m going to relish the next few weeks. The baby and I will never be this close again. I heard on Radiolab that fetal cells remain in their mothers for decades. Of course they do, how can you be that attached to a person and not have some spillover? 3 weeks after waiting 37 is…
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6 weeks
The other night I had a dream that a really intelligent, artistic teacher told me out of all her students, she would put me in charge of her class because I had love in my face. When it came to writing it wasn’t so much about all the academics, but the best writing comes from…
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Swift kick to the ribs
We have about 10 weeks left. Give or take. I guess in some unconscious way, most of us chose our birthday. Well most of us that came naturally. I know I was a week or so late. I liked the month of July better, I guess. That should be our last ultrasound, that pic up…
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Reclaimed
I’m listening to music I haven’t listened to in about a year because it reminds me of someone I haven’t seen since, or spoken to really, and when I last saw her, we listened to these songs over and over driving down the highway and having adventures and magical conversations and then shutting up and being…
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Slideshow for the last few weeks
I haven’t written here in a while. I haven’t felt like sharing much. Maybe because the baby takes so much of me already, but it’s far less dramatic than that sounds. I’d gladly give it. I’m just staying quiet inside and don’t feel emotionally strong enough to delve into the goings on in myself or…
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How many weeks does it take for your feet to come back?
Pat felt the baby for the first time last night. The past week, the kicks have been getting stronger. I’ve been feeling them more frequently. Over the weekend, we lay in bed and I put his fingers on my belly to see if he could feel it. No dice. But last night Baby O was…
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155 beats per minute
A dead cat lay on the sidewalk this morning, dangerously close to the street, not that it matters anymore. It’s body almost sunning itself and I would have believed that if it weren’t for the gaping, red mouth pulled unnaturally open, broken. Was it hit last night? This morning? The neighborhood on the other side…
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We dream about things unfinished, trying to tie ends in our minds, ends that always fray
A couple nights ago, I dreamed of an old friend. We were with her family: mom, dad, one sister, one brother (although her family is much larger, not all of them could fit in my mind). We were at her childhood home, an old farm-style house with photos puzzling the hallway, an old TV set…
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Monday Journal entry
April 28, 2014 (I almost wrote 2019 … whoa … slow down) Boys share a cigarette on the street corner. One straddles his bike while a smoke points northwest from his ear, a small contrail against his hair, mimicking passing planes. Days grow warm. Summer’s heavy foot will soon walk across the valley. I need…
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Tonto Natural Bridge, Payson, AZ
A few weekends ago, the baby and I went on our own adventure to the Tonto Natural Bridge near Payson, AZ. About an hour and a half, two hours north or Phoenix. I climbed through the entire thing, although, that may be the last time I do a “bouldering” adventure with my belly. The rocks…