Dad On His FeetI'll be a new father in August. The clock already started.
Watched Arrival tonight and I’m taking in the sadness of that film. It’s pretty heart-breaking and I’m curious about the short story. The movie is centered on Louise’s daughter and her death. The nonlinearness of the movie reminds me of something my two-year-old says. She says, “When I’m big and you’re little, I held you. I held you so tight. And I hold Mommy and when Grandma is little we all run.”
The first time she said something like this it struck me. There was something so beautiful and so sad in this idea. We’ll never be little children for her to play with or take care of. Time doesn’t allow us this flexibility of experience. We go forward. We move from today to tomorrow. Oh, to be a child and in your arms again.
This was one of my favorite books as a kid. I remember puzzling over the bizarre and extremely detailed drawings again and again. The book slipped out of my memory for a while and didn’t re-enter until a conversation I had with my mom.
We were talking about children’s books in regard to my daughter. I ended up buying Who Needs Donuts online (thankfully it was re-printed in 2003). S— was also mesmerized by the artwork. We read it together last night. She wanted to know why the Sad Old Woman was so sad? Why the pigeons were part horse? Why did a bull run into a coffee tank? Why does Sam look like that? What are those people saying?
Each page brings more questions as you get drawn in to the frenetic intricacies. So, if you’re looking for a new kid’s book, check this one out. It’s great. For an interesting interview with the author / illustrator, read this.
It’s not snowing. There’s no chance. It’s in the 50’s. And yet, I have this feeling that we could be home bound, secluded, the impression of an encompassing silence surrounding the world, our world.
And that world will be broadened with the birth of our daughter. It could happen any time now. We could wake up tomorrow and she may be born. We will return to our house. Hold her tight and let the world continue on without us for a few weeks.
Tomorrow, we head off to Barcelona for a two-and-a-half week vacation. Highs in the 80’s and lows in the 70’s. Looking forward to family time, new experiences, tasty food and wine, and an ocean-side escape from the heat of Arkansas. How’s my Spanish and Catalan? Practically non-existent.
Spent the morning picking a few blueberries, enjoying a plank swing, and feeding baby goats at Wye Mountain Farm.Continue reading “Goats and Blueberries” »
S— played with my iPad and a few moments later created her first digital art project.