Saturday, July 28, 2012
Friday, July 27, 2012
Wednesday, July 25, 2012
Monday, July 23, 2012
News.
John and Reina left yesterday to go home to Knoxville, Tennessee, to bury his mother. They'll be gone ten days so the circus has hired a ringmaster, who goes by the name John Kennedy Kane. He has a booming voice and old-fashioned demeanor in the ring, if a style altogether different from John's.
In the elephant act, Corisa, Max Fusco's wife, is filling in for Reina.
Sunday, July 22, 2012
On being grateful.
July 22, Warren.
Listening again to the essential American Public Media show On Being, during the solitude of the early morning road, listening with joyful awareness for it is always a source of inspiration and beauty and questioning, a pause for thought in the maelstrom, and I need it so.
"Beauty is a strategy for survival."
Yes.
Listening again to the essential American Public Media show On Being, during the solitude of the early morning road, listening with joyful awareness for it is always a source of inspiration and beauty and questioning, a pause for thought in the maelstrom, and I need it so.
"Beauty is a strategy for survival."
Yes.
Saturday, July 21, 2012
On the road this morning.
July 21, Rock Creek.
Jeremiah went off the road in the fog of the morning somewhere on Route 534. Nobody was hurt, and the cookhouse's truck was sent to pull him back on track. I drove alone, as most mornings this year, one thing or another going on along the way and Fridman stays behind. The road was familiar, although we usually do it from north to south, rolling hills and flag-wrapped porches on farmhouses, outsized barns, corn fields. Ohio is still my favorite state to travel through.
Jeremiah went off the road in the fog of the morning somewhere on Route 534. Nobody was hurt, and the cookhouse's truck was sent to pull him back on track. I drove alone, as most mornings this year, one thing or another going on along the way and Fridman stays behind. The road was familiar, although we usually do it from north to south, rolling hills and flag-wrapped porches on farmhouses, outsized barns, corn fields. Ohio is still my favorite state to travel through.
Friday, July 20, 2012
Home for some, and other notes.
July 20, Sebring.
This is Danny's home town, and it is the first time we play it. There was a crowd this morning around the elephants and the tigers, and there's been a steady flow of onlookers slowing down by the road behind us, peeking in.
We stopped at a FLying J this morning again, and all piled up there by the dump station, chatting up the morning.
This is Danny's home town, and it is the first time we play it. There was a crowd this morning around the elephants and the tigers, and there's been a steady flow of onlookers slowing down by the road behind us, peeking in.
We stopped at a FLying J this morning again, and all piled up there by the dump station, chatting up the morning.
Thursday, July 19, 2012
Wednesday, July 18, 2012
Jump.
July 16, Youngsville,.
Travel day and almost four hundred and fifty miles, tail end of it hard with the kids getting louder and zanier, left at six in the morning and arrived at eight at night, having to wait for John Moss after lunch with Jeremiah and Jacob at the Flying J truck stop just before Buffalo, the hours dragging on pitifully later on in the day.
Travel day and almost four hundred and fifty miles, tail end of it hard with the kids getting louder and zanier, left at six in the morning and arrived at eight at night, having to wait for John Moss after lunch with Jeremiah and Jacob at the Flying J truck stop just before Buffalo, the hours dragging on pitifully later on in the day.
Tuesday, July 17, 2012
Sunday, July 15, 2012
Saturday, July 14, 2012
Friday, July 13, 2012
Wednesday, July 11, 2012
Baptism.
July 11, North Andover.
Kimberly Marie Moss, John and Reina Moss' daughter, was baptized at Saint Michael's Catholic Church today. John asked me to be their official photographer and I gladly accepted.
Kimberly Marie Moss, John and Reina Moss' daughter, was baptized at Saint Michael's Catholic Church today. John asked me to be their official photographer and I gladly accepted.
Tuesday, July 10, 2012
A trailer with a view.
Sunday, July 08, 2012
Have a life.
Lovely little beach right in town this morning again, the good life. Garage sales and thrift stores yesterday, observing that small Mom-and-Pop businesses here seem to open late and close early, ie, people have a life - my kind of place.
Friday, July 06, 2012
Thursday, July 05, 2012
Fourth.
July 4, Hudson.Best Fourth of July party ever, thanks in part to Lamount's game host's skills extraodinaire.
Wednesday, July 04, 2012
Tuesday, July 03, 2012
Snug.
July 3, Merrimac.
The routines are flowing back and it feels so comforting, simple, the way things should be, what size the pictures to be to be put on the blog, what writing format the daily blog entries, something that had become automatic but with which I was struggling when I first came back, unexpectedly lost in my own world, my fingers uncertain and confused, struggling to regain what they didn't understand they lost, and suddenly it all came back, tasks flowing blindly through the keyboard, simple as one, two, three, I'm riding my bike again and it feels so good.
We are all children craving routines, safe, snug and tight in our world, what we know, what we know to expect, our well-worn blankets against the infringing chaos of what we also know is the world beyond that fine bubble.
The routines are flowing back and it feels so comforting, simple, the way things should be, what size the pictures to be to be put on the blog, what writing format the daily blog entries, something that had become automatic but with which I was struggling when I first came back, unexpectedly lost in my own world, my fingers uncertain and confused, struggling to regain what they didn't understand they lost, and suddenly it all came back, tasks flowing blindly through the keyboard, simple as one, two, three, I'm riding my bike again and it feels so good.
We are all children craving routines, safe, snug and tight in our world, what we know, what we know to expect, our well-worn blankets against the infringing chaos of what we also know is the world beyond that fine bubble.
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