Thursday night ritual
Playing old timey music with the neighbors. While a debate plays on the telly…half the country’s transfixed by the prom-queen vs. politico debate. I’m trans-broken…and seeking succor (is it legitimate to use that word?) in something very old and familiar and true.
Chez Molly and Larry, where the music is ever so reliable, the faces oh-so-familiar, and the stacks of books always a-changing (this time it’s “White Teeth” (Zadie Smith), “Confederacy of Dunces” (John Kennedy Toole) and piles of great magazines).
I brought a little felted garment for Liam the artistic 8 year old always crayoning in the corner, having an enviably pleasant childhood. Shot some pix, just to remind me it’s not just a dream. That, now, a year after beginning to share a somewhat disorganized but pleasant, warm, and delicious life crafted from the scraps of wreckage I left more than 30 years ago.
Here then are some snips of this evening, and a promise to deliver you a “thrillogy” by..oh…June 09.