June 11, Pemberton, New Jersey (53 miles, municipal building grounds.)
Thursday, June 11, 2009
An accident.
June 10, Mullica Hill.
Dylan fell and cut his head open this morning. He was running and running, being a typical three year old, and Fridman was telling him to stop, and then we heard a thump, and a cry.
We cleaned the wound and tried to close it, hunched on the floor of the employee's bathroom at a nearby pharmacy, a screaming Dylan and a squirming Nicolas making a ruckus, and then got thrown out and headed to the nearest hospital, as it was clear the two-inch-long and deep cut above his ear required more than band-aids.
He got four stitches and no anesthesia, and I couldn't look, just hold on to his arm and try to comfort him.
He just cried.
I would have screamed my head off.
I had planned to go back and visit Mary Ellen, Ed and Jessica in Delaware today before they'd come over for the second show. We ended up having a picnic in front of the trailer.
Dylan fell and cut his head open this morning. He was running and running, being a typical three year old, and Fridman was telling him to stop, and then we heard a thump, and a cry.
We cleaned the wound and tried to close it, hunched on the floor of the employee's bathroom at a nearby pharmacy, a screaming Dylan and a squirming Nicolas making a ruckus, and then got thrown out and headed to the nearest hospital, as it was clear the two-inch-long and deep cut above his ear required more than band-aids.
He got four stitches and no anesthesia, and I couldn't look, just hold on to his arm and try to comfort him.
He just cried.
I would have screamed my head off.
I had planned to go back and visit Mary Ellen, Ed and Jessica in Delaware today before they'd come over for the second show. We ended up having a picnic in front of the trailer.
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
Arboretum.
June 9, Bridgeton.
There was an arboretum and the kids and I went walking around after the big storm this morning.
Tuesday, June 09, 2009
Monday, June 08, 2009
Sunday, June 07, 2009
King's Wok.
June 7, Bayville.
The show was sold out tonight, and we had big crowds on all shows both days. A circus folks wisdom that circuses do well in poor economic times is true so far for Kelly Miller, and we're all crossing fingers that things go on just as they are.
Beachwood shopping center.
Getting older.
June 6, Bayville.
Today was Fridman's birthday. We had a BBQ with Lucky and Vickie and Castro over and my friend Kris also came down from Jersey City with her sister, Liz, to celebrate with us.
Saturday, June 06, 2009
Another sister.
June 5, Carney's Point.
She answered the phone and said hello and fourteen years disappeared the instant I heard her voice.
Her name is Mary Ellen and that summer a friend and I, both on our first journalism internships, sublet a room from her in Mendenhall, just over the state line from Delaware.
I've been hoping to find her again for fourteen years, I've wondered how she was and whether her boyfriend, Ed, was still around, whether she bought and renovated the house with the big "mother tree" in the backyard as she'd hoped, how her daughter, Jessica, had done and what her granddaughter, Chelsea, had grown up to look like, she was almost two and Mary Ellen would bathe her in the kitchen sink, we would sit out on the screened porch and sip tea, we would go on long walks in the big, magical park not far from the house.
Memory of joy, running in a field of tall grass on a sunny afternoon.
My brother died shortly thereafter and the summer was over.
She did buy the house, it's a dream and she's hanging on, the economy is hurting, Jessica is still a challenge, Chelsea is fifteen and living with her father with her brother, Tyler, who's twelve. Jessica moved back with her mother a year ago with her four-year-old, Portia.
And Ed, Ed did move in with her.
He was a keeper, she said.
So is she.
Friday, June 05, 2009
Thursday, June 04, 2009
Arrrggh.
June 4, Parkersburg.
The drive from hell.
Tent truck problems, yesterday, today, truck dies, Castro tries, truck dies again, Castro tries again, and again, and again. A waste of money, a heap of headaches.
The drive from hell.
Tent truck problems, yesterday, today, truck dies, Castro tries, truck dies again, Castro tries again, and again, and again. A waste of money, a heap of headaches.
Wednesday, June 03, 2009
Little sister of my heart.
June 2, Westminster.
Sister Priscilla came by in Olney for a short visit; she leaves today. She has been a peaceful presence all along my circus years, she was family before we met.
She and Sister Jo, who finishes a long religious retreat later on this month, are anxious to start traveling again, Priscilla told me. They hope to be on the road soon, not full-time as they were all of their life until now, but at least for parts of the year, or as much as they can now that they're older (Priscilla is my mother's age, seventy-seven, not bad for a traveling gal.)
I'm looking forward to running into them, here or there or anywhere.
More on Sister Priscilla, from an April 18, 2006 post.
Tuesday, June 02, 2009
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