i was leaving a funeral for someone who grew too old too young
heading home for my wife and our two kids who were growing too old to quick
leaving maryland for virginia somewhere on 17 there were about 20 buzzards circling something off in the tree line
i guess we’re all hanging around somewhere in the tree line
I hope my neighbors like radishes. the swiss chard is making a noble effort, but the radishes have them hands down. these sprouts are a week or so old and have a surprisingly calming effect on my mood. after coming home from work on a military base to our house on a military base i look for any activity that helps me ignore the jet noise (i can’t complain, it is a military base after all). the best part was giving the rest of the radish seeds to a neighbor’s little girl who loves to plant every seed she can find-the kind of kid who builds “forts” on our postage stamp-size lawns out of fallen branches and catches butterflies and frogs.
Last weekend I slapped together a cold frame for the not-so-cold winters here in Hampton Roads Virginia. I wanted to do it as cheaply as possible (I spent $12 for the plastic, stain, and brush) so I made it out of free pallets I found laying around. It’s not pretty–it’s functional, though it has a few mistakes that need to be fixed. You can make this with a hammer, pry bar, circular saw, hand saw, nails, staple gun, pencil, square, plastic, stain, and brush. A table saw would have been nice, but so would a thousand other things I don’t need on a daily basis. Happy gardening.
Recently I drove through Grafton, WV where Mother’s Day began in a small Methodist Church. (The town is also the resting place of my paternal grandparents). This isn’t so much a post about mothers in general, as much as it is a brief note about my mother in particular, and why she’d probably get my vote were she to run for public office.
Mom’s Foreign Policy:
Growing up, my older brother and I fought…a lot. My mom’s rule was twofold, but simple; the first person to throw a punch was guilty and should be prepared for fraternal retaliation, and not to call her unless there was blood. Simple, effective, and fair. I think there’s a host of foreign policy applications here.
Mom’s Department of Education:
I was never very interested in education while in public school. I had a few interests, mainly music (later receiving a music performance degree) and reading books that were over my head. Mom went to bat for me with high school administrators who insisted I take advanced math and science courses. Her response was basically, “Why? He’s not good at it and he doesn’t like it”. Exactly. Education is not one-size-fits all. We don’t all need to study physics just like we don’t all need to study Baroque counterpoint.
Mom’s Domestic Policy:
Mom has been a piano teacher for as long as I can remember. Every year she gives a need-based scholarship of sorts for X amount of free piano lessons. Sometimes folks are down on their luck through no fault of their own. Sure, I’ll pay taxes for a responsibly managed public account to keep other Americans from homelessness, let’s just weed out the scammers…I know Mom could. No one can BS that woman.
Last week I read Lois Lowry’s “The Giver”. I read it once before, about 17 or 18 years ago, soon after it was published. It’s a quick read for an adult. A quick read, but a lot to chew on. She probably read Plato’s “Republic” at one point and perhaps consciously riffed off his work to create her dystopian vision. So what. It’s a great read. At 31 years old it still made me feel anger, pity, and compassion for most of the characters. So, Ms. Lowry did her job; she reminded me of what makes us human, warts and all.
More recently I finished the 2nd book in the series: “Gathering Blue”. Again, a great book. Perhaps a bit predictable for some readers, but, who cares? Great music often ends with a predictable cadence but we still listen to it. And M. Night Shyamalan may have lifted ideas from this book for his movie “The Village”. So what. The good ones borrow but the great ones steal.
In the end, nothing is new under the sun. I say, if you like children’s books, then read them. If you like music with a familiar ending, then listen to it. I’m looking forward to “The Giver” movie that’s coming out this summer, even though I know how it ends.
There’s a city-run petting zoo/park near my house in Hampton, VA. They have a horse, some cows, pigs, etc. They’re basically trying to re-create the American family farm for suburbanites. I like to volunteer there when I get the chance; it’s a worthy cause and working with the animals is cheaper than therapy. Sometimes there are non-violent “criminals” who work off their community service at the park. I met one of them today. It was obvious he had never worked a farm before; he showed up in basketball sneakers, a nice Chicago Bulls ball cap and leather jacket. But, the young man worked hard and was very nice to talk with. We took a short break from cleaning out the barn and got to talking. He has a full-time job at a local college, and is curious about joining the military. He owes 100 hours of community service. That’s right, 100 hours on top of his full-time job. His crime? Pot. Yep, marijuana. Not selling it, not stealing or killing for it. Just using it. Pot. 100 hours of community service because he was caught getting high.
Pot lands you in community service, but coke lands you in the White House. God Bless ‘Merica.
So it seems that April is National Poetry Month. Perhaps the hope is that we’ll all be in such a reading frenzy over Frost, Dickinson, and Collins that we’ll forget about tax day on the 15th. Doubtful. Either way, please feel free to share your refunds and poems with me. Here’s some of mine (poems…not my refund).
Not necessarily in that order
Lunch With Carl
By the time I made it home for lunch
they were already applying steady direct pressure to your arms.
I knew you had been home;
pinkish fingerprint on the 9 and 1
empty bottle of cooking wine
bath water brackish with sacrifice to some hellish god
still coagulating blood like shredded jellyfish on white sheets