claiming our daze and our days on the prairie
when i looked at pictures from father’s day festivities,
i was struck by this photo:
jerry is still and in focus while his hands are busy, his children are busy; each one moving in a different direction. this doesn’t even show the dog, the cat, the gerbils. the grass growing, the dishes piling, the graden drying. the school work waiting, the appointments looming, the list festering.
it is an honor to watch someone outside of his comfort zone live his life as a father.
and it is a complete joy to watch worlds collide:
at a wiffle ball tournament this weekend. anyone recognize the batter? we hadn’t seen him in years and years. oh, joy.