Shelter

I confess.  I have a porn problem. 

I love looking at beautiful creatures, working their way to an impossibly fantastic fruition.  I can’t turn away.   I huddle in my bed, flipping through magazines, filled with desire.

No, it’s not Pornhub, Tube8 or Fleshbot.

My porn of choice is This Old House Magazine, Pinterest,  Apartment Therapy, and Young House Love. 

i carry your heart

i carry your heart with me(i carry it in

my heart)i am never without it(anywhere

i go you go,my dear;and whatever is done

by only me is your doing,my darling)

i fear

no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want

no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)

and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant

and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows

(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud

and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows

higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)

and this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)

                                      ee cummings
                                      (For Bunny and Sarah)

Volt Across America

Maj. C, has made a video (Part 1) of our trip across the USA with a baby and an electric car.  Much to my horror I am in it. . . But the Bunny looks awfully cute.

Postscript:  Jason's video  and an accompanying essay was featured on gm-volt.com!
An earlier entry on this trip: Travels with Bunny

A Late Walk

When I go up through the mowing field,
The headless aftermath,
Smooth-laid like thatch with the heavy dew,
Half closes the garden path.

And when I come to the garden ground,
The whir of sober birds
Up from the tangle of withered weeds
Is sadder than any words

A tree beside the wall stands bare,
But a leaf that lingered brown,
Disturbed, I doubt not, by my thought,
Comes softly rattling down.

I end not far from my going forth
By picking the faded blue
Of the last remaining aster flower
To carry again to you. 

Robert Frost

Cleanliness/godliness

Every night I tidy up Bunny’s toys.  Nothing drastic, but big Legos go in the basket, the other toys in the green bin, and the wood blocks in the basket.  Books go in another box. “I’m not obsessive compulsive!” I protested to Maj C, as I sorted the number toys in order by number and color.  For a few hours, I feel like I have a modicum of control over my chaotic life.  Until, of course, everything is dumped on the floor by Bunny, aka the Whirling Dervish of Cape Cod.

The fact is, Maj. C is as a neat freak too.   The boy is all about working systems.  Nothing irks him more than Not Finding Something.  I’m the same way—so you can imagine that the junk drawer was a thorn in our side.  Here are the contents of our junk drawer on my counter.  Ear buds, pens, safety pins, string, meds, inhalers, outlet covers,  cough drops, etc. Not good.

Pumpkin

Bourne Farm Pumpkin Day 2012

Tuning out

While Maj C and I love watching the Daily Show and Colbert Report together, we both agree that our quality of life is better without TV. 

We do own a TV, but no cable (aside from our Internet and terrestrial channels).  I joke that out TV is really installation art: “Black Plastic on Wall: Timesuck.”  Every so often we watch a movie on Apple TV or Netflix streaming but that’s about it.   The last time I turned it on to actually watch TV was during the Olympics when a sports fanatic visited our home.  I couldn’t figure out to how to get NBC, and so our poor guest had to watch TV on our laptop.