Baxter has never seen any Pokemon anything — show or Go — but he’s been picking up some of the mythology via oral tradition, at day camp this summer. And now he’s running with it. As the story goes, when it’s night in our land, it’s daytime in Pokemon world, and so Baxter goes andContinue reading “Baxter, on Pokemon world”
Hello cupcake
Do all hydrangeas produce different colored blooms in the same bush, or just mine?
Building community as an act of love
Editorial warning: this is a messy, stream of consciousness kind of post. 🙂 I was listening to a podcast called Becoming Wise today, in which a scientist who is also a Jesuit priest recounted a memory: When I was a little kid, about nine years old, I remember a rainy Sunday afternoon, and you couldn’tContinue reading “Building community as an act of love”
Tree deck!
Tom’s been working on building the kids a tree-related structure (we don’t have any trees that would support an actual tree house). Amelia has been his helper. Witness the half-done result: the tree deck! Eventually it will have a ladder and railings and other fun accoutrements. Yay, we’ve been wanting to do this since weContinue reading “Tree deck!”
Self-portrait of a lonely child
“This is how I look when I’m alone in my room with no one to snuggle me.” – Baxter
Campfire
Powell Butte adventure
This morning we decided to bike over to Powell Butte and hike around. Powell Butte is about 7.5 miles from our house, along the Springwater Corridor, which google maps said would take us about 50m. I’m not sure exactly how long we took, but we stopped semi-often along the bike path, and had a niceContinue reading “Powell Butte adventure “
Hiking at Hoyt Arboretum
We had a fun Sunday morning hike at Hoyt Arboretum! We stopped for breakfast at Kormblatt’s Deli on NW 23rd (YUM), and then drove up to Washington Park to the arboretum. It was overcast, but the sun peeked through a few times. We more or less did a one-mile loop, and the kids only declaredContinue reading “Hiking at Hoyt Arboretum”
Poem: Insomnia
Awake at 4am on Sunday: my brain’s cruel joke. Unfinished work and arguments rev my body, overheat my thoughts. Sleep retreats, crowded out by the non-stop, frantic, tense what-ifs. Too much red wine last night. I have to pee and drink some water. Maybe if I take something for the headache. Who are we kidding,Continue reading “Poem: Insomnia”
Poem: Scold
You did a thing I didn’t like. I ask you why and tell you how I’m angry, sad. You nod. Your face gets pink. Tears well, and roll, and drop. You ask to change the subject but I keep talking about it, hoping that if I repeat myself enough, next time you’ll make a differentContinue reading “Poem: Scold”
