January 25th, 2025
Dreams in the night... discussing office phone options in varying shades of pink in the middle of a Colonials vs. Natives field skirmish... someone explains to me that the tribe carries sticks with loops at the end wound with different colors of yarn and beads to depict multiple conquests in battle... wake with thumping heart... second round after two-thirty is its own original “thriller” of a kind, an “escape the town” variety titled “7:39”... involving an enormous tree exploding in rich pink roses made of velvet (where is the pink coming from?) by a seaside town at sundown, eye-eating insects, a cabinet of small glass vials of brain-altering concoctions, and blackmail-for-forgetting pyramid-scheme kidnappings...
Wake to Yali in full cowboy costume, the hat, pistol, bandana, and a full beard of Blue Squid face paint, posing like he's straight out of an Old West novel
Prepare a cup of rooibos tea with a spoonful of the raw New Zealand Mānuka honey for Oxbear's gravely throat (all that shoveling in the cold Friday morning)
Patience at the studio for three hours
Oxbear picks up two delicious loaves from Great Harvest : cinnamon chip and white
Register Patience for a small feis in Nashville... there's more strategy in Irish dance than one would have guessed...
Puck returns from O'Fallon shortly after noon to his cat buried under blankets on his cot
Oxbear picks up a fat BLK MKT sushi burrito wrap for us to split (it's a good one) : southern fried chicken, kimchi slaw, arugula, pickles, crispy shallots (hold the fire sauce for Collette)
In the evening Yali joins the H family to celebrate Ja's 7th birthday at the Magic House for “Super Hero Night”, returns pumped with fun and energy
“We always pray with a continuous desire filled with faith, hope, and love. But at certain hours and moments we also pray to God in words...”
– Augustine (Letter 130.9.18)