Kids want cereal… I sure do want some cereal, Jack says loud and obvious.
Jack sets up a studio at the kitchen island— Interrupted by Costco deliver. Put everything away. Both babies demand mangos, I honor. Jackie wants to show me the Spider-Man character he’s drawing. I position self to take a picture with my phone but he sharply orders me to do anything but. So note his concentrationContinue reading “11:28am”
Collecting and filling them as I speak. Better not fucking hit me.
The quarantine creativez.
riding around the half-block loop twenty times, counting each lap to me. His only priority right now, his world, his only sight and sense. Envying everything in his life right now from this porch, sitting in this cheap plastic chair. You should see him. Relaxed, composed, sure. He stops, comes in for or a break.
My sandwich game is prophetic.
They make everything better, happier…. just universally better.
so I decided to rise only to have Jack meet me downstairs. Working event later at winery and not sure when I’ll have time to write. Not going to worry about it. I can write what I do now. Should be focused on time with babies anyway, as I’ll be home late-late this evening. GladContinue reading “Couldn’t go back to sleep “