woke up at 7:30, made double batch of pancakes while abi and emma were fishing with martin and caleb. breakfast was enjoyed over a volley of monty python grail quotables. after I cleaned up the kitchen I poured myself a cup of coffee, black, and headed out to the back porch. words can't properly describe the placid cool of the morning. willie nelson is playing in the background -- "I'm not trying to forget you anymore" -- and I'm thinking about trigger's luthier and about the quiet of the morning and about the girls sitting there fishing and getting along and just being pals and about this cool breeze and about how some folks recognize each of these various bird melodies and how each bird has a name. now someone who sounds like toad the wet spocket is in martin's changer but we can't ID the band. all 6 kids are up; the two amys are sleeping in. martin's shuffling songs now (fragments of chris taylor, vintage spin doctors, mercy me, r.e.m, etc) jordan is fishing. the sleepy day unfolds. in the distance homeowners start up their weedeaters and planes fly overhead. the girls lose interest in the lakeside activites and head inside. the magic of the morning fades a bit, but the day still holds it's secrets, waiting for timely revelation.
"here's a truckstop instead of st. peters, yeah yeah yeah."
Lucky. :-D
Posted by: salguod | Monday, March 09, 2009 at 01:30 PM