Not just for the birds
Do you believe in miracles? --Al Michaels, 1980 And I, whose childhood Is a forgotten boredomFeel like a child Who comes on a sceneOf adult reconciling, And can understand nothingBut the unusual laughter,And starts to be happy--Philip Larkin, from "Coming" The animals are endlessly regenerated, and yet they are finite. I am more powerful than …
...and those receive me, who quietly treat me, as one familiar and well-beloved in that home: but will not, oh, will not, not now, not ever; but will not ever tell me who I am. --James Agee, A Death in the Family We've had Bloom a little more than a year now. He's an odd …
Soon we'll head east to the west we've missed. Chukar season is on in Idaho, and we'll have tried-and-true Peat and apparent prodigy Bloom with us in our travels to new (for us) and familiar places. We are excited. I'm so excited I made a silly little video of Peat. I'll probably post one of …
NOTE: I began this post in April, part way through my last quarter as a teacher at Neah Bay High School. I didn't finish it for some reason. Now I want to get it out. In the grass that has overgrown causes and effects,someone must be stretched out blade of grass in his mouthgazing at …
"I took it for granted." For granted. It's one of those things we don't want to admit to doing. It's come to my mind a lot in the past year, mainly in thinking about where we used to live. I tried hard not ever to take for granted living in chukar country. This blog is …