I worry about people who pin their emotions to weather patterns.
Weather can impact our feelings, but we’re asking for trouble if we let it drive our emotions and outlook to the extreme.
What else is askew if the rain, snow, or sun dictates our mood?
More on this tomorrow…
The other day while driving to preschool I asked Jakey what he wanted to be when he grew up. He said, “Shark.” I laughed. I laughed for about a block and then said, “Really, a shark?” “Yeah!” “And I will eat. And I will go omp, omp, omp!” His vigorous arm movements flashed in the…
Ripened, sun drenched grapes sag on full vines above my head. Hundreds more pepper the ground, burst open with juices running into the soil. Their perfume conveys so much sweetness I stop to savor breath after deep breath. This could be what people mean when they speak of drinking something in when they don’t actually…
“I’m now living my 85th year.” That’s how Ron put it this morning. He was in our swimming pool during lap swim, his usual lane 8. Privilege is too artless a word to describe how lucky I feel to know Ron these past 7 ½ years I’ve lived in Portland. He is easily on my…
Our yard steeps in terrestrial smells with the slow crawl of a season. This morning is wet soil and dark decay and rich mud along our fence line where my son tramps his path up and down and the builders who replaced our fence the week before dug or trod the last of our grass…
Our kaleidoscopic castle grows taller, wider. An elaborate Lego internal structure gives way to a magnet tile outer wall and an attached garage. The garage is for the school bus. This all began half an hour earlier in the hustle and bustle of my wife getting ready to leave for work. It began with a…
My daughter hovers beside me while I tear into the cardboard box. I see the books I ordered while she sees something different. “Bubbles!” she says. I hand her lengths of clear, plastic packing material from around my books and she hurries out of the kitchen to the bathroom. She shuts the door and explosions…
