Tuesday, September 30, 2014
Monday, September 29, 2014
Over at our friends Robert and David's homes, we get the chance to think and see things in a slightly different light and from a perspective that we don't often see at our messy old place. They have a way with making beauty and order spring out of the earth and from things many people have used or misused.
Things are changing fast, in all directions.
Saturday, September 27, 2014
The old house is a good place to be.
We're getting ready for winter now, and as we check around for things that need doing, it's funny to find things that I've known needed work for two years or more.
And by funny, I mean not very funny, but still, I reckon it's rather silly to leave things like rain gutters off for a couple of years on a house that needs foundation work and has a cellar that gets damp at all the wrong times of the year.
And there's the boy in constant motion- it's only one out of five photos that's in focus these days, and those that are in focus are usually of his butt or a hand or something.
all over the place, I'm telling you.
Tuesday, September 23, 2014
Sometimes there's beauty in clutter, and as the seasons change officially, it's good to look at what these two oddballs have been able to create off the track of their original trajectories, far away from what they grew up with.
Not the most orderly existence or creation, but I really like what we've made of our lives. That girl is a powerhouse of magical influences, and I'm nothing but grateful for what we've done together.
Sunday, September 21, 2014
Ryan came up to Dire Wolf to practice the craft of brewing for the first time this year. It's been a long, busy summer with no time for the brew.
This beer will feature the first inclusion of our own Spring City Hop Harvest, so we're looking forward to the results of good Horseshoe Mountain water and local valley hops. On our way to all local; one of these days...
This month's Granary share.
as with pure thought and coupling,
are strenuous exercise for a time,
as when keeping a large home
And though I've never really been there,
I'll gladly take you, since I used to stroll that path.
These days, I savor every step as we run
because of something I ought to have forgotten,
left on a coffee table years and years ago
with both a pen and a shoe.
I recall that corruption was suspected in my friend's disappearance
as the dimming of my memory makes old conclusions seem less certain
freeing me of the shackles of those decisions
leaving me with only a spectral, aching fog of those skirmishes.
I was told that Flannery O'Connor died of Lupus at the age of thirty nine,
a copious editor and whittler, all or nothing at the foot of the cross-
few are given faith's fruit but are shown clarity by a sort of faith,
meanwhile, the aim of granite monuments remains constant.
As long as a roof remains over our heads.
having taken a similar, lonely road between weathered ranges,
this I know-
only the count of the flock is less consistent with distance
than the stars that remain our constant companions
in imaginary, earth-bound astral journeys.
The hope? That our hearts and minds, unfettered by milling, leaden ideals
may yet find a sporting chance
outside this thicket of thorazine, Zoloft and corn syrup.
Perhaps a long nap might help,
but it's more likely that, in the pre-dawn hours,
we might find those companion stars in our eyes and pockets
as Jove's orb rises over the westering hills.
Wednesday, September 17, 2014
Wednesday, September 10, 2014
Sometimes it's good to have a wee cup of tea at the outset of a class; not sure what the kids think about me when I bring a tiny 40ml teacup, but I think it's fairly congruent to what they always think- what an odd, odd man.
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Tuesday, September 9, 2014
Sunday, September 7, 2014
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