Saturday, June 30, 2012
Thursday, June 28, 2012
Day off - not.
June 27, Berkley.
Today was a day off and it went right on cue for Fridman: we had to stay on the lot in Mendon, without light, till mid-afternoon so that he could help Castro with one of the trucks that needed work. The day was gone by the time we made it here to empty trailers and I found that no space had been saved for me to park.
I had hoped to spend a nice day off with my family before we're separated again - an unfathomable memory lapse since I know the circus.
Today was a day off and it went right on cue for Fridman: we had to stay on the lot in Mendon, without light, till mid-afternoon so that he could help Castro with one of the trucks that needed work. The day was gone by the time we made it here to empty trailers and I found that no space had been saved for me to park.
I had hoped to spend a nice day off with my family before we're separated again - an unfathomable memory lapse since I know the circus.
Tuesday, June 26, 2012
Monday, June 25, 2012
Travel day.
June 25, Mendon.
Two hundred and fifty miles under pouring rain, uninterrupted from start to finish.
Same lot as always here, our circus yardsticks for measuring how the kids grow (I used to push the stroller with Nicolas in it to the school whoop in front of us.)
Two hundred and fifty miles under pouring rain, uninterrupted from start to finish.
Same lot as always here, our circus yardsticks for measuring how the kids grow (I used to push the stroller with Nicolas in it to the school whoop in front of us.)
Sunday, June 24, 2012
My son my hero.
June 24, Mine Hill.
This morning when the kids were playing at the rundown playground full of trash next to the circus, Dylan came up to me with one of the discarded soda bottle in hand and said: "I'm going to save the planet."
It had been nagging me that I should do something about those bottles but he beat me to it.
This morning when the kids were playing at the rundown playground full of trash next to the circus, Dylan came up to me with one of the discarded soda bottle in hand and said: "I'm going to save the planet."
It had been nagging me that I should do something about those bottles but he beat me to it.
Saturday, June 23, 2012
In memory of happy days.
June 23, Mine Hill.
Lucy Loyal died this morning. She was Armando's Mom and what Natalie Cainan called a "true circus Mom," having raised a tribe of circus performer in keeping with a family history that dates back nine generations.
The circus world is in mourning today.
The Loyal tribe on Kelleys Island last year.
Lucy Loyal died this morning. She was Armando's Mom and what Natalie Cainan called a "true circus Mom," having raised a tribe of circus performer in keeping with a family history that dates back nine generations.
The circus world is in mourning today.
Friday, June 22, 2012
Jamming session.
June 22, Weatherly.
Christian and Renzo, Armando's older sons, arrived again yesterday, and this morning while waiting to raise the tent with Lisa's help for the gathered crowd, Christian picked up his guitar and started jamming with Lamont, Mike and Carolyn's groom.
They sang Stand by Me but it was hard to hear under the roar of the generator nearby.
Christian and Renzo, Armando's older sons, arrived again yesterday, and this morning while waiting to raise the tent with Lisa's help for the gathered crowd, Christian picked up his guitar and started jamming with Lamont, Mike and Carolyn's groom.
They sang Stand by Me but it was hard to hear under the roar of the generator nearby.
Thursday, June 21, 2012
The shop truck's vagaries.
June 21, Schuylkill Haven.
Yesterday was a long jump and the shop truck failed and it was a long time before Fridman arrived on the lot. Today he drove it with Castro tagging along instead of Jeremiah so Castro could check on it, and it failed again; the circus is looking to buy a new used truck to replace it before we make the two-hundred mile jump next week.
Yesterday was a long jump and the shop truck failed and it was a long time before Fridman arrived on the lot. Today he drove it with Castro tagging along instead of Jeremiah so Castro could check on it, and it failed again; the circus is looking to buy a new used truck to replace it before we make the two-hundred mile jump next week.
Summer and a book.
June 20, Amityville.
Summer arrives with a heat wave, appropriately.
There is a neat used bookstore by the market drown the road, surprisingly (found Nick Bantock's Griffin and Sabine's Correspondence series and many more treasures in the kids department.)
A proper start to summer.
Summer arrives with a heat wave, appropriately.
There is a neat used bookstore by the market drown the road, surprisingly (found Nick Bantock's Griffin and Sabine's Correspondence series and many more treasures in the kids department.)
A proper start to summer.
Wednesday, June 20, 2012
Tuesday, June 19, 2012
The rest of us.
June 19, Bangor.
Something strange happened to my eyes this morning, out of the blue, and froze me in fear.
We were driving around looking for a grocery store in the little town of Bangor when suddenly a ring of bright serrated lights appeared in my vision, slightly to the right, and wouldn't go away, like a film between my eyes and the world, the ring growing bigger and bigger and finally disappearing but leaving my right eye weak and stretched.
This is my worst fear: everything is going on as normally as it can, you get up every morning and deal with what comes the way you've always done, and then suddenly, you don't know why or how, there is something wrong with you, some disease is there in you that you didn't know even existed, or it is a too well-known one, and your life as you know it is over. From then on you belong to the ill, the battling, that vast congregation that moves invisible among the rest of us blind jesters, bearing their suffering unsung and quiet, or sometimes a shuffle or a cough, an ambulance siren in the night, bearing on with their weight as best they can, mostly, comfortably invisible to the rest of us in our cocoon of self-confidence and lightness, our fool's paradise.
The ring had faded but left a fiery scar on my psyche.
Something strange happened to my eyes this morning, out of the blue, and froze me in fear.
We were driving around looking for a grocery store in the little town of Bangor when suddenly a ring of bright serrated lights appeared in my vision, slightly to the right, and wouldn't go away, like a film between my eyes and the world, the ring growing bigger and bigger and finally disappearing but leaving my right eye weak and stretched.
This is my worst fear: everything is going on as normally as it can, you get up every morning and deal with what comes the way you've always done, and then suddenly, you don't know why or how, there is something wrong with you, some disease is there in you that you didn't know even existed, or it is a too well-known one, and your life as you know it is over. From then on you belong to the ill, the battling, that vast congregation that moves invisible among the rest of us blind jesters, bearing their suffering unsung and quiet, or sometimes a shuffle or a cough, an ambulance siren in the night, bearing on with their weight as best they can, mostly, comfortably invisible to the rest of us in our cocoon of self-confidence and lightness, our fool's paradise.
The ring had faded but left a fiery scar on my psyche.
Monday, June 18, 2012
Courtney.
June 18, Oxford.
Courtney has been with us from the day after I came back from my interview with the Rhode Island Teaching Fellows and it has been so good to have her around. She is leaving tomorrow. She found work at the Clyde Beaty and Cole Brothers circus as a show girl and aerialist.
Courtney has been with us from the day after I came back from my interview with the Rhode Island Teaching Fellows and it has been so good to have her around. She is leaving tomorrow. She found work at the Clyde Beaty and Cole Brothers circus as a show girl and aerialist.
The Delara Duo.
Sara and Delena are doing an aerial act this year, billed as "The Delara Duo."
Sunday, June 17, 2012
A great place.
June 16, Carteret.
Great lot, what looks like a great place to live, with public offices, even a fitness center in the city hall building, a library, the post office, and brand new baseball fields and children's park all within a single well-kept and congenial area, where we are parked.
Lots of Sikh Indians, and African-American families mingling at the games all day long
Great lot, what looks like a great place to live, with public offices, even a fitness center in the city hall building, a library, the post office, and brand new baseball fields and children's park all within a single well-kept and congenial area, where we are parked.
Lots of Sikh Indians, and African-American families mingling at the games all day long
Night move.
June 15, Carteret.
We moved last night to avoid northern New Jersey traffic, and there so much of it on the turnpike at one in the morning I'm glad we did.
We moved last night to avoid northern New Jersey traffic, and there so much of it on the turnpike at one in the morning I'm glad we did.
Thursday, June 14, 2012
Survival.
June 14, Lakehurst.
There was an accident on Route 9 this morning, a state trooper directed us to a u-turn and we had to find our way to the Parkway, and there scramble to get the exact change at the toll: nothing ever goes as planned in the circus and you constantly have to think on your feet.
I was thinking about this later on, and what I would take from my experience living at the circus that could help me make it at my new job, or even get that new job in the first place. Thinking on your feet, responding well to challenges, not to mention interacting with a wide variety of people from all walks of life came to mind, but the most valuable skill no doubt the overall flexibility that circus life requires as a basic survival skill, making do no matter what the odds, no water maybe, or no electricity, oceans of mud one day, too-tight lot the other, treacherous routes always, because the show goes on, the road is long and change is all you can be certain of.
There was an accident on Route 9 this morning, a state trooper directed us to a u-turn and we had to find our way to the Parkway, and there scramble to get the exact change at the toll: nothing ever goes as planned in the circus and you constantly have to think on your feet.
I was thinking about this later on, and what I would take from my experience living at the circus that could help me make it at my new job, or even get that new job in the first place. Thinking on your feet, responding well to challenges, not to mention interacting with a wide variety of people from all walks of life came to mind, but the most valuable skill no doubt the overall flexibility that circus life requires as a basic survival skill, making do no matter what the odds, no water maybe, or no electricity, oceans of mud one day, too-tight lot the other, treacherous routes always, because the show goes on, the road is long and change is all you can be certain of.
Wednesday, June 13, 2012
Ahead.
June 13, West Creek.
So the end is near.
All of this, my work, my life, for all those exhilarating years.
By the end of this month I'll be entering what is called pre-service training in Providence with the Rhode Island Teaching Fellows, a national program that recruits highly qualified individuals and trains them to be teachers who help close the achievement gap by excelling in high-need schools in America.
I am excited, and utterly scared about the prospect.
I am awed by the expectations and the challenges ahead, not just in this my new job, but in this new life, my life in the circus abruptly over before it started again, this life of constant challenges and endless flow but they are challenges and wild ebbs I know, this is the circus, this is home. Ahead lies an ocean of unknowns visited by storms I've never weathered, and the world I've left behind.
But the kids will go to a good school, the prospect of changing lives through education is as inspiring as it daunting, and we'll be back to wake up and smell the sawdust as often as we can.
So the end is near.
All of this, my work, my life, for all those exhilarating years.
By the end of this month I'll be entering what is called pre-service training in Providence with the Rhode Island Teaching Fellows, a national program that recruits highly qualified individuals and trains them to be teachers who help close the achievement gap by excelling in high-need schools in America.
I am excited, and utterly scared about the prospect.
I am awed by the expectations and the challenges ahead, not just in this my new job, but in this new life, my life in the circus abruptly over before it started again, this life of constant challenges and endless flow but they are challenges and wild ebbs I know, this is the circus, this is home. Ahead lies an ocean of unknowns visited by storms I've never weathered, and the world I've left behind.
But the kids will go to a good school, the prospect of changing lives through education is as inspiring as it daunting, and we'll be back to wake up and smell the sawdust as often as we can.
Monday, June 11, 2012
Going fishing.
June 10, Carneys Point.
The day at Mary Ellen's with the kids, the gods and going fishing for the first time for Dylan and Nicolas, just across the street to a small pond but they love it all the same, it's hot suddenly but we're spending a perfect summer afternoon.
The day at Mary Ellen's with the kids, the gods and going fishing for the first time for Dylan and Nicolas, just across the street to a small pond but they love it all the same, it's hot suddenly but we're spending a perfect summer afternoon.
Insane.
June 8, New Freedom.
I'm off to Chester, Pennsylvania, to take two national teacher content knowledge exams, the last in a series of hoops I've had to jump through in rapid sequence since we flew back from France almost two weeks ago and had the surprise to see Fridman there to help us drive the motor all the way to Providence from the back woods of West Virginia to interview for the chance to secure a position as a Rhode Island Teaching Fellow, a selective, highly competitive federally-affiliated program to recruit professional to teach in high-need urban schools around the nation, jumping back into the car the second the interview event was over to drive right back to meet the circus in Hancock, the whole two weeks an insane non-stop race filled with everything from roadside hurdles to two-day cramming of a phone directory-size book, two weeks jumping in and out of the circus I've barely rejoined after five months time abroad and away from my life, my home.
I'm spending the night at my friend Mary Ellen's on Wilmington, a short drive to Chester, an eternity form the circus again.
It's good to be home, if only I were there long enough to see it.
I'm off to Chester, Pennsylvania, to take two national teacher content knowledge exams, the last in a series of hoops I've had to jump through in rapid sequence since we flew back from France almost two weeks ago and had the surprise to see Fridman there to help us drive the motor all the way to Providence from the back woods of West Virginia to interview for the chance to secure a position as a Rhode Island Teaching Fellow, a selective, highly competitive federally-affiliated program to recruit professional to teach in high-need urban schools around the nation, jumping back into the car the second the interview event was over to drive right back to meet the circus in Hancock, the whole two weeks an insane non-stop race filled with everything from roadside hurdles to two-day cramming of a phone directory-size book, two weeks jumping in and out of the circus I've barely rejoined after five months time abroad and away from my life, my home.
I'm spending the night at my friend Mary Ellen's on Wilmington, a short drive to Chester, an eternity form the circus again.
It's good to be home, if only I were there long enough to see it.
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