I didn’t think to bring my camera to the UPS store.

apples, socks, squash, writing by candlelight, bundling up, wind, big pots of food warming the stove, warm bread, boquets of dried flowers, halloween costumes, learning, fat egg noodles, reading in bed, chilly fingers shoved in pockets, rethinking, heavy blankets, heavy meals, spicy cake

lykke li- i’m good i’m gone

I just got back from a beautiful wedding.

Adam recently found this old tossed-aside pair of headphones.

It was yesterday that I remembered winter was coming.

“O you,
still a child, and slow to grow.
Still talking to God and thinking the snow
is the sound of God listening,
and winter is the high-ceilinged house
where God measures with one eye
an ocean wave in octaves and minutes
and counts on many fingers
all the ways a child learns to say Me.”
-Li-Young Lee

This portion of a poem has been stuck in my head today while I sat with Eliot, did Sunday chores, roasted roots and squash and mutton. And it’s in my head now while I eat apple crisp on the couch and rest. It is very warm, but I don’t want to take off my favourite scarf.

It’s a warm afternoon. You rinse the glass milk jugs and, before leaving the house, take a last glance out the front window. Adam is pulling into the driveway on his bike. He is wearing a wool hat and the shirt you bought him. He looks so good in that shirt. The glass jugs clink as you walk down the stairs. Adam is walking garbage bins up from the road.

I already posted this poem, but I wanted to post it again.

If you only listen to one show about the current state of the economy, this should be it.