The Perils of Laughing

Twice I have been caught laughing in the middle of a train of thought, and so that becomes always, and so a day of work is up in the air as the mind races around words that cannot be retracted.  Brooding over specific comments, why do you think I am sad, why do you think you can tell me how to feel.  When will you learn to let the mood pass before fueling the fire with more powder.  When will you learn how to avoid the interruption and jumping ahead and wait to listen?  Try and do better.  So much of life is in managing those negotiations.

Burns was good, the epitaph to William Muir the highlight, as well said in so few words as is possible.  The laughter of forgetting, and the excesses of Scotch pushing you beyond memory.  A day to recover and now more time to rebuild this as well.  Oh my.

Guess and Fear

So spoke the former Speaker tonight, in the words of our beloved poet.  Time moves.  The beer on the bus and here we are here.  Imagine the irony of the meeting.  Grandmom.  The conversations and thoughts.  To a mouse.  The backward cast.

Anderson a beauty, and how I love to tell the stories of being a dad now.  Wait.  The Arsecast had a thing about Griffin.  Of course, because.

Joy to my life

 Oh B.  I hear you.  What a week of performances, away to Spurs and home to United.  What a stretch run to come.  See you in April indeed.  Motive and Cue booked, the Globe Midsummer opener with Puck also seems nailed on.  

A 90th minute dagger in front of Alex Ferguson.  Hmmm.  Sleep on, AA, sleep on.

Giants first playoff win in forever, but who is really paying attention amidst Arteta’s dominance and M’s slow evolving of family member #4.  We drank the Glen Grant ‘61, AA was there for the finale of the caper.  He is becoming a character, let it be easy.  

What else am I missing?  The joy in his face and eyes, as everyday he gets closer to walking, the independence of his own mobility.  

Sleep, memory, balance.  Watching the discovery of what it is to be an autonomous human being up close every day is a privilege.  Just accept the crying.  You should, because you did.  And you accepted the dictates of fate and said, once more.  Once more.  Venice.  Griffin.  Once more.

Mr. Speed

 Last night with Spiro before his trip off to Greece.  Attending with AA and Mirriam, new nickname for Smiley, who doesn’t want to sleep.  He’s alert and alive and enjoyed the night.  

Verily, verily I doth relate

A tale of old friends round a table of fate.

Excellent, as you watch the man grow.  Knowing he’ll be a big brother in a matter of months.  That we are all ready for it.  Jinga Jinga Jinga Jinga.

MFA residency finished up today.  Good writing is rewriting. The pitch is the plan, go with it and good luck.  Win some prizes and go from there.  Wonder if the Globe will opt for the Spiral?  Stay tuned.