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Midnight listening

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Almost August nights – oh how I love you, when the grip of summer is suddenly loosened, when you rather your windows down, then the ac turned on high.  Oh, almost August nights when there are at least seven meteor showers about to peak, giving us wish upon wish.  Summer nights and music mesh, windows down and radio higher than my ears should want. Bless the highway, and its mirage of possibility.

I don’t like time, time is making me old
but I’m doing alright cause I will still be young tomorrow
and I can’t stand working all day work is wearing out my soul
I think I’ll go out tonight and I will call in sick tomorrow. . .

. . . ‘Cause I don’t like time, time’s ticking away my life
So I live the way I want to live and I will live this way till I am dead
When life gets hard you’ve got remember who you are
and forget about what people think
just be who you want to be
Don’t you want to see how good life can be?
-The Mowgli’s

 

 

 

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It Bears Repeating

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I wrote this a year ago tonight
– apparently – July 17th knows how hot it is supposed to be.

To the Swelter


Heat makes me all crazy.
Or, more crazy-
The haze, and the
breathing in of
ozone-

Makes my temper rise
quicker,
my patience
grow
thinner.

I hate the way everything
sticks
to everything else,
or how the car seeps-
heat and the ac doesn’t touch it.

Today,
and the only
solution,
is hot dogs,
and kids running around
in their underwear,
and ice cream.
And a beer, cold.
And the sound from the blades
of an old box fan,
that quiets the insanity.

Kai and Mama’s list of 100 things to do this summer (and Keegan too)

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Kai and Mama’s list of 100 things to do this summer (and Keegan too)

1. Catch fireflies
2. Roast marshmallows
3. Go tubing
4. Watch a movie outside, at home
5. Go to the DriveIn
6. Go to the ocean
7. Go to the Brattleboro Toy Museum
8. Pick strawberries
9. Pick blueberries
10. Pick raspberries
11. Camp in the yard
12. Camp at a campground
13. Rainbow tag the bike trail
14. Go see the Sox
15. Go see a Cape league game
16. Watch some Hopkins summer soccer
17. Take swim lessons
18. Watch The Goonies
19. Start reading Harry Potter
20. Finish the tepee
21. Learn to skip rocks
22. Tie dye
23. Go fishing
24. Go to Boston
25. Watch clouds
26. Watch planes take off and land at the airport
27. Read Charolette’s Web
28. Watch a meteor shower
29. Go on hike
30. Watch fireworks
31. Play hop scotch
32. Have a water balloon fight
33. Plan a nature walk
34. Build a fairy garden
35. Plan a pajama party on a rainy day
36. Go to the Highland Games
37. Make homemade bubble wands and homemade bubble solution
38. Make ice cream
39. Ride a carousel
40. Go to a church carnival
41. Play in the rain
42. Build an indoor fort
43. Make popsicles
44. Find a four leaf clover
45. Make homemade pizza
46. Go to the farmer’s market
47. Go to the movies in the middle of the day
48. Play croquet
49. Read James and the Giant Peach
50. Fly kites
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51. Make a sundial
52. Make and fly paper airplanes
53. Track the moon
54. Plant flowers
55. Keep the bird feeders full
56. Keep a log of all the birds we see
57. Go on a picnic
58. Have a midsummer celebration just for fun
59. Have a lemonade stand
60. Make a summer music CD
61. Go to the flea market
62. Learn to fold oragami
63. Make tin can stilts
64. Go to a concert in the park
65. Watch a parade
66. Make puppets and put on a puppet show
67. Plant a terrarium
68. Build a flower press and press flowers
69. Go bowling
70. Make root beer
71. Go mini golfing
72. Go to Friday Arts Night Out
73. Make a time capsule
74. Go to the zoo
75. Do a treasure hunt
76. Make dilly beans
77. Go to a farm
78. Make pinwheels
79. Eat breakfast outside for a week
80. Watch a sunrise
81. Go to Puffers pond
82. Take a day trip to Mass MOCA
82. Paint rocks
83. Go to the spray park
84. Bike the rail trail
85. See a hot air balloon launch
86. Go to the upper valley music fest
87. Go at least a day without screen time (mama too)
88. Go to Yankee doodle Days
89. Find a new waterfall
90. Walk through a cave
91. Go to the Hartford Science Center
92. Find a bridge to play Pooh sticks on
93. Read Danny Champion of the World
94. Check out the Trolley Museum in Shelburne Falls
95. Go to the West Stockbridge Zucchini fest
96. Check out as many soft serve stands as possible. Decide which one is best
97. Bake a pie with local fruit.
98. Bake cookies
99. Play in the sprinkler
100. Learn how spot constellations
101. Launch wish lanterns
102. Make hula hoops

These weeks

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My new year starts now.
Tomorrow, early up, get a run in,
( I mean that is the plan),
pack up the boys,
and walk in with the two crates of work I meant to do this summer.
But let’s be honest,
(if that’s what we’re going to do),
I haven’t touched those suckers since I put them in my bedroom,
sometime near the end of June.
Not sure how long I will last tomorrow.
Be it an hour or six, to set up the rhythm,
maybe I’ll wait to make my coffee till I get there.
So that the room smells of the deeply roasted
french pressed coffee, I require to put my teacher face on.

But I end this year tentative –
After a summer worth talking about.
It is rare for me to not be excited about the fall,
about the crisp settling in-
about the colors changing,
about apples measured in pecks and bushels.
about the prospects of shoes.
I mean, I won’t wear shoes that require socks or stockings till –
perhaps October the first,
so long it has been that I have lived in New England,
and believe that one should expose their manicured toes,
till at least the oaks start to turn.

But no, I am not thrilled for this new year,
this is a bit of dread.
And I’m not sure if it’s because the energetic one
begins his new school-
but then, the small one does too.
Perhaps, it is because, like every summer,
I feel like I haven’t even begun to finish all I meant to do.
Or maybe there is a darker shade of grey,
no not the book I avoided all summer,
(because dammit,I get my smut from a third wave feminist magazine)-
Maybe there is something darker besides the night that grows longer.
Or perhaps, after eight years of grown-up September,
I’m just not ready to let my summer go.

where I look-

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There is perfection to be found,
in lyrics, and language.
in paragraphs, and stanzas,
in chapters set in far away jungles
with characters whose names I can’t pronounce.

In your three-year old, as he sits cross-legged,
shaved ice in hand listening to musicians.
Perfection in the way your five-year old,
looks just like your baby brother did at that age.

Mostly it is in the songs that play,
The timing that’s just right,
The way summer feels when your windows are down,
the way the sky turns purple,
how the clouds go pink.

How the song is just for you,
as you make your way down a road so familiar,
that you let your mind wander,
down that road a ways,
to a whole other place and time.

To the the swelter. . .

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Heat makes me all crazy.
Or, more crazy-
The haze and the
breathing in of
ozone.

Makes my temper rise
quicker,
my patience
grow
thinner.

I hate the way everything
sticks
to everything else,
or how the car seeps
heat and the ac doesn’t touch it.

Today,
and the only
solution,
is hot dogs,
and kids running around
in their underwear,
and ice cream.
And a beer, cold.
And the sound from the blades
of an old box fan,
that quiets the crazy.

All the things I am in love with right now.

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Don’t everyone freak-out at once. But, I am going to be super cheery right now.

No. No.  You haven’t clicked on the wrong blog. And don’t worry, it’s okay I’m sure I’ll be mad at the world, or the media, or the political sphere – anytime now —

But for this minute . . . Things I’m loving .  . .

Afternoons with Keegan. Keegan and I have barely had anytime together on our own. Read the rest of this entry