November 27, Hugo.
Thanksgivings was a BBQ at the Rosales, who are parked a few hundred yards down the street, in the Chimera lot. Good to see them again - minus Doricela and Brett, away with the family of Brett's mother.
As for the thanks, the proverbial good health comes in a strong first, followed closely by the grace of the little ones, too many friends to name them, a roof (albeit a leaky one) over our head, and always enough food on our plate.
Nothing exceptional, so much more than most in around the world, past and present.
Thursday, November 27, 2008
Wednesday, November 26, 2008
Tree huggers.
November 26, Hugo.
Day turns into night and Fridman only appears when it's been dark for a very long time. He's been working for the circus doing repairs after finishing the Avion trailer roof; he's a shadow.
We take advantage of warm weather to spend as much time outside as possible, the only safe outlet for Dylan's unbound energy. There are also the donkeys to pet, the thick carpet of leaves to toss around, marvels of a natural playground.
He's always liked to hug trees (I can only applaud) and now he's showing Nicolas, too.
Here's to the power of inspiration.
Saturday, November 22, 2008
Fiction.
November 22, Hugo.
It has turned cold. For the past two days now the kids have given me a reprieve and gone on to nap at the same time, so I stop, I breathe, I read, and just sit and enjoy the moment. Sara gave me two old New Yorkers before she left for home; I'm going thru the summer fiction issue.
It is too cold to have the kids run around outside much and Dylan has become wilder, harder, and my nerves are tired and frayed. Each line of the magazine is like a drop of sweet water to my parched, clanking soul.
It has turned cold. For the past two days now the kids have given me a reprieve and gone on to nap at the same time, so I stop, I breathe, I read, and just sit and enjoy the moment. Sara gave me two old New Yorkers before she left for home; I'm going thru the summer fiction issue.
It is too cold to have the kids run around outside much and Dylan has become wilder, harder, and my nerves are tired and frayed. Each line of the magazine is like a drop of sweet water to my parched, clanking soul.
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
Free.
November 18, Hugo.
It's been a week since the season ended and we parked the trailer at the Kelly Miller winter quarters RV park in Hugo.
Not traveling makes life with small children easier. It is comforting to know just where the grocery store is (around the corner,) and that it will be there tomorrow, too. It is reassuring to know where the library is (it's new and full of children books and activities and all decked out in a circus theme, for Hugo calls itself, in a self-important way, Circus City,) and that it will be there tomorrow, too. It is heart-warming to know that our friend Marcos lives nearby (it is never more than a few blocks away in Hugo,) and that he can stop by today and tomorrow, too.
But in some ways I miss the open road, in the mornings when the day is fresh, driving on and discovering the country, and there are surprising ways in which it was easier on the road, like the fact that there is not a public park with a playground anywhere in Hugo, or that, when I go to Walmart to let the kids loose in the toy section it will be the same sales clerk that will be there and he or she will soon spot us.
When you're constantly on the move you become erased in a way, and you have the illusion of being free.
It's been a week since the season ended and we parked the trailer at the Kelly Miller winter quarters RV park in Hugo.
Not traveling makes life with small children easier. It is comforting to know just where the grocery store is (around the corner,) and that it will be there tomorrow, too. It is reassuring to know where the library is (it's new and full of children books and activities and all decked out in a circus theme, for Hugo calls itself, in a self-important way, Circus City,) and that it will be there tomorrow, too. It is heart-warming to know that our friend Marcos lives nearby (it is never more than a few blocks away in Hugo,) and that he can stop by today and tomorrow, too.
But in some ways I miss the open road, in the mornings when the day is fresh, driving on and discovering the country, and there are surprising ways in which it was easier on the road, like the fact that there is not a public park with a playground anywhere in Hugo, or that, when I go to Walmart to let the kids loose in the toy section it will be the same sales clerk that will be there and he or she will soon spot us.
When you're constantly on the move you become erased in a way, and you have the illusion of being free.
Thursday, November 13, 2008
Under the big top.
November 13, Hugo.
It was a hard year, it was a good year, the Kelly Miller Circus 2008 season is over and this is the image I'll keep of it, friendship under sunny skies and dark skies alike, a humble life, lives intertwined, bare knuckles, gaudy spangles, and if it doesn't take a circus to raise a child, it sure makes it fun, if you don't mind a challenge.
Hats off.
November 13, Hugo.
Here are the Kelly Miller Circus performers, on and off the show.
They are shown in the order I photographed them.
Here are the Kelly Miller Circus performers, on and off the show.
They are shown in the order I photographed them.
The glass half full.
November 12, Hugo.
Hah! I filled the Nissan for $17.
That's the thing about the economy going down the drain, the good ole days of cheap gas are back. (And I'm in immediate danger of being truly Americanized, seeing the glass half full.)
Hah! I filled the Nissan for $17.
That's the thing about the economy going down the drain, the good ole days of cheap gas are back. (And I'm in immediate danger of being truly Americanized, seeing the glass half full.)
Surprise.
November 12, Hugo.
More driving, to Dallas to the Peruvian consulate to have the kids recognized as Peruvians (they now have three nationalities, American, French and Peruvian,) then to don Sandro's house to pick up my little old Nissan and stuff from storage. Surprise: the trailer we have been trying to sell suffered heavy water damage, the roof is torn. It was in tip top shape when we last saw it so we have no idea what happened.
No wonder people who called and went to see it never called back.
More driving, to Dallas to the Peruvian consulate to have the kids recognized as Peruvians (they now have three nationalities, American, French and Peruvian,) then to don Sandro's house to pick up my little old Nissan and stuff from storage. Surprise: the trailer we have been trying to sell suffered heavy water damage, the roof is torn. It was in tip top shape when we last saw it so we have no idea what happened.
No wonder people who called and went to see it never called back.
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