Passaporte

Appointment for AA’s first a success, in and out in 15 mins.  Little man only erupted later.  Remember?  The dog-tired nature of it after the work calls, the piercing cries of tiredness.  How long will he last through this night?  As he sleeps in the cozy dreamer in between us.

The resolution to the bunkhouse chaos was as expected, and the Black Tot preservation of fire a triumph as well.  Another year, wholly new and yet the same in so many ways.

White noise and little breathing cries to your right.  This experience of watching life develop.  Extraordinary and scary and startling and incomprehensible.  The helplessness of it.  The wonder.  The thinking in terms of years.

Reading about the Old Forge, the remote Scottish pub that requires a two-day hike.  Those were the old days.  How did things land here…  believe in the holy contour of life, said Kerouac apparently, and read tonight.  I like it.  Keep going, this too shall pass at work, with the NSP annoyances and the rest.  We shall see.  

But clearly watching this guy grow will be the greatest of accomplishments, purpose, and the rest.  A continuation of the cycle.  To what end we know not, but we go on.  Exploring.