...tagged ‘picnic’

Daddy Days of Summer

It is finally nice enough outside to escape the bonds of home. It being my flex day yesterday — and also in the mid-twenty-cees — I think it would be a fair calculation to say that I spent more of my waking hours yesterday outside than in. Lovely. Claire and I enjoyed the backyard for about an hour and a half after breakfast, she continuing the effort of breaking in her swing set while I made sure that every plant in the backyard was sufficiently soaked. The little girl was absolutely fascinated by (a) the water, trying to help out whenever she could, (b) the flowers, which I’ve finally convinced her not to paw and pluck, and (c) the spiders, who require her protection as [...]

agoraphobic

fear of open spaces The house makes me want to nest, to build a little hovel of cramped spaces, minimal light, and walls covered with books, images, and ideas. We’ve been here nearly a month and we spend our evening calling out to discover relative location. Sonars of “where are yous?” pinging through the storeys. It’s all still a game.. Not quite real, and all fragmented into bits and chunks of variable paces: we live there, but we haven’t distilled it into a home quite yet. The memories are mostly of two-by-fours, concrete piles, guided electrical inspections, and climbing through the open doors across dusty floors. Holidays, parties, gatherings, shared moments are still only as meaningful as a picnic or a camping trip, the space [...]