It’s funny how certain things, things that have been in your possession for years, things that had no particular significance when they came into your being other than that they just were, can all of a sudden hold deep meaning. Importance. Relevance.
I stepped on a moonbeam at the top of the stairs last night. The damn thing nearly tripped me. Funny thing, moonbeams.
That actually has nothing to do with anything but for some reason I felt it needed sharing. My world seems to be spinning at an alarmingly fast pace as of late. Not out of control, mind you, just faster. I’m struggling to keep pace fearful that I’m going to miss something important or at the very least fail to recognize that something significant is happening.
Zoë: Dad, what’s for dinner?
Me: You’re sitting right next to it. I told you that you’d see it again.
I made a nod towards the bag from Panera. The bag from Panera containing the uneaten portions of sandwiches and soup that were left over from lunch. The kids had begged for something to eat and were beside themselves with excitement when we stopped to pick up the soup and sandwiches.
They ate practically nothing.
Zia, whom I thought was sleeping, chimed up from the back seat: Well, in my world again means tomorrow!
(We had spaghetti.)
Time away does not necessarily equate to time productively expended. Words have been tacked up less than frequently of late leading one to believe that I may have used that energy in a more useful manner.
This is not the case.
The allure of winter wonder has all but faded. The varying degrees of contrasting shades of white and gray have grown monotonous. Sky gives way to barren landscapes. The lines are blurred. They are all vying for the same colors and the palate is as monochrome as it is cold.
There have been times where I’ve seen 15-20 of these guys (male and female) waiting turns to get at the bird feeder. Thing about cardinals is that they tend to be a bit camera shy and it was way too cold out for me to keep standing motionless waiting on the herd to return.
(I know it’s a flock.)
Anyway, I just love the contrast of the brilliant red of these birds with the stark white of snow and barren trees of winter.
It’s day 41 of my go at project 365……
That’s all I really have to say about that. I’ve yet to glean any great wisdoms or similar life altering knowledge from the experience. You can see all of the pictures to date at the three six five page (the link is also at the top) or by heading straight over to my flickr 365 set.
(By the way–full disclosure time. The above photo was cropped. To my knowledge, there is no 365 rule about cropping of photos. Or crappy photos for that matter–good thing.)
It should be later.
But it’s not.
It feels later.
Not hours.
Days.
Like maybe Sunday.
But I’d be watching football.
Not sitting here.
Wondering.
Why the week isn’t through.
Maybe it’s the magnitude of deeply significant events. Could be my complete lack of mental capacity. Maybe I’m finally manifesting the negative consequences of poor choices at an earlier age. Or maybe I’m just forgetful.
The raccoons, Zander and Zella, turned four years old yesterday. Four. Years. Old! Customarily on each childs’ birthday we recount the day of their birth. The details surrounding how each child came screaming into the world. The kids love it, so much so that the stories are often repeated throughout the year.
I should be able to recount the twins’ birth with ease. A multiple birth after having been through multiple births should stand out. And yet I have great difficulty doing just that.
Tripping With UpTake
