#NewThisDay Writing From My Photo Stream

Feathered find

What is the ache within an ache? What do we really want when we love a river or a grandchild? What is something that doesn’t ever get solved in being human?

~ Coleman Barks

Another early morning. 5:45 am or so. My daughter has gone to work out and there is a boy who is awake wanting to play. I tell him a long story about carving a pumpkin, cleaning out the gooey seeds and muck, and getting a ladder from Papa so that we can climb up and jump in and live in this pumpkin. How his mother can climb the ladder, find us there and join us there and how do we get out? Interrupted, we have yet to find out. Then we play dinosaurs fighting and hospital where our dinos get fixed with a shot and a treat and return to fight again. Then, off for my swim because his mother is home and it’s his day off for Veteran’s Day. I have such a great swim, slightly over a mile, and then home to my client and some work and then I’m overcome with tiredness suddenly and fall into a deep deep sleep that it’s very challenging to awake from. I am think so much much about love lately. What it is, who we feel it towards and why. We talk about this at dinner, on Newbury Street, where Frank and I and our daughter go for dinner in the chilly evening, dark, trafficky street, so much double parking and Uber Eats pick ups and bustle and light strung trees, and inside the restaurant we run into dear friends by accident having dinner too! It’s an intimate place, we love the food, and it’s so special to have such deep and pleasant conversation with our daughters. And a long after dinner walk to our favorite coffee shop down the street, the Thinking Cup. No pickle tonight, and I was sorry it didn’t come together, but the evening we had instead was worth a lot.