a new remembering

whittling away work. i’m down to three. mazatlán (the book illos), arbor art after that (work for family should only take a couple days), and J’s tractorgear site. meanwhile, the mtv gig is always rolling every week and new projects continue to arrive and the trick must become to properly schedule them. i don’t want to get this behind again. it’s too stressful. to me and to others. 

my oldest son emailed me from my site a few days ago and asked me to get in touch with him, i think it was the next day…or maybe it was two days later that i called him, but oddly and unexpectedly, the day happened to be mother’s day and it hadn’t occurred to me that it might be an strange moment to call except he was just sitting down to dinner with her and i hope she didn’t think i was trying to pull some kind of clever macaroni coup on her special day.

yeah and of course i do not mean that i won’t discuss US politics again, those aren’t my intentions. it’s specifically the primary madness that continually tractor beams my mind! but what are ya gonna do. my job can often orient me back in that direction. and i didn’t tell you, i may yet get into the DemocraticNationalConvention as a blogger in august. not through my job. more on that later if it happens. but i’m sure that will ramp up all the lunacy again. regardless, for today, I’m sure you know how i feel. for the moment, the primary hoedown—and even junk between mccain and obama etc just the whole bag—is fredo and it is dead to me. i will take it out on a boat and come back alone!

it is only when the warm weather returns that i realize for many months i’ve been chilled and kept subdued in a state of wanting. in a lacking of light. and it happens over and over. every year, and yet—with every winter comes a new forgetting.

and shortly after, a new remembering.