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Ford
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06.05.08indoor track & field
Daily, Ford, Home (1)
I have a lot of Dad in my makeup but I was never a track star. And then there were my grandfathers, who ran on athletic scholarship against the likes of Jessie Owens. But I ran without much mojo one season in grade school before deciding to just stick to ballet and pirouette clearly within the boundaries of my own security.Last August we visited home and Dad hung with the boys quite a bit. It was raining most of the time and I came home one day, sopping wet, to find them watching the decathlon and practicing the high jump onto the sofa. Dad had them both in perfect form, something I couldn’t have taught, and they boys were totally into it, spring-loading themselves in playful arcs across the living room. It was awesome.
I can’t tell you how to perform the proper pole vault, but Ford had his own method and was in the zone already when I arrived on the scene yesterday. I gave him a few pointers but decided ultimately to just let him figure out what worked best for him. I sat on the floor and watched him in my amazement, deciding that, at least in spirit, we may have another hopeful athlete in the family.
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05.08.08miss goody two stitches!
Daily, Ford, Please Bear with Me, Young @ Art (6)
Here is where I post pictures of the ebullient first hours after a vaguely dismal four days.
I have lots of questions for my doctor tomorrow, a few directly about my thyroid NOT really operating at capacity. And about those dreadful emo days that just make me want to go ahead and cut myself as I recall them in the joyful days that follow.
I think I need to upgrade.THIS, this is the quilt I made with Ford’s kindergarten class:
I kept all 20 of the students after school one afternoon and we monoprinted like mad with little bottles of fabric paint, 5 plastic plates and one very popular brayer.
It rocks!!! Surprise for the teacher tomorrow, just to let her know we’ve enjoyed those daytime hours this year, all free of sibling rivalry and backtalk. It’s been awesome!
Still, I spent this afternoon drafting a master plan for next year, and may lightening strike me, it involves homeschooling!
Tags: quilt, quilting, Ford, psychosis, hormonal crap, whatevs
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04.28.08flutter fluffer
Chas, Daily, Ford (1)
PROBOSCIS is such a funny word. I think what has happened is that I’ve heard it used inappropriately too many times, so that I’ve now become conditioned to think dirty thoughts when I hear the word. SO. Here’s Ford and his, um, proboscis. Uh, getting to the nectar?
Chas is mastering the lepidopteran art of mimicry and nectarology and proboscism.
Wha?
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04.06.08infinity, to the power of 6
Daily, Ford, Thinking (4)
to the power of 6, originally uploaded by young@art.
I’ve been facing inward somewhat, lately, so it hurts a bit at the end of the day to look at some of the photos I took of the kids this weekend. I see the boys, living loud as they usually do, resilient to being ignored from time to time and obviously overlooking my inconsistencies as a parent.
They stretch so far! Infinity is a new favorite word with Ford. On a 6×6 yellow card, I write a note to him, late at night: a just-love card, with a footnote of grief. I could always respond better, be more consistent, listen every time. That I don’t, I think he forgives. I stare at this picture, listening to the sleepy sounds of the house at night, hoping that he always understands the infinity of my love or him.
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02.13.08
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02.09.08house of kerchoo
Daily, Damon, Ford (3)We have, since the first day of this month, been a sick house. With the congregation of Mozilla’s worldwide posse upon the shores of San Francisco Bay, there came upon us a force so evil and full of froth that it disabled, at last count, eight employees of Damon’s staff and half of Ford’s kindergarten class, for its part. When I had blamed New Zealand for the wretched influenza, there came evidence in the form of a carbon copy paper in Ford’s backpack, on Wednesday of this week: Your child may have come into contact with one or more of the following contagious illnesses: Streptococcus A and Chickenpox. Whether the bug came from overseas or Cupertino, at this point I don’t care. My birthday came and went as far as Thursday was concerned, and here we are on Saturday night, watching old movies, still in bed for the most part: I have managed to stay uncontaminated so far, but now that I have typed this, I am watching my chronograph tick until I sneeze.
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01.30.08
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01.29.08more fronts & fungi
Chas, Daily, Exploring, Ford, Home, SillyValley, Young @ Art (5)Sillyvalley was scoured clean again by another front and today, awestruck, we were witness to some kind of crazy glorious spectacle of snow-capped mountains atop the massive bowl of San Jose, all purple and crytallized behind the field outside the kitchen window, which is, for its part, cloaked in a riot of yellow mustard. I just didn’t know what to do with myself, standing there in the playground after school, staring at the immaculate horizon.
Then, as with all cold fronts, the sky started weeping. Under a rainbow we walked home and decided to hunt for mushrooms in the backyard under the oak canopy, savoring the last bit of afternoon light, regardless of the rain.
And what do you know? The rain stopped just long enough.
We gathered a handful of mushrooms, no idea what kind yet, just for something to draw or paint while I started a pot roast. I set a pan of opaque watercolors out on the table and gave a quick basidio-lesson and painting tutorial. They did all the rest.
Ford picked up a paintbrush:
And Chas got sleepy.
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