Over dinnertime conversation, Laurel tore a bit of foil from my naan nest and flattened out the wrinkles with the bowl of her spoon. Everyone at the table wondered what she would make with it, expecting a sculpture to appear from the newly immaculate slice of aluminum. Laurel was a little surprised by this; she was just running through some idle motions while the conversation flowed.
Eventually, inevitably, the scrap of foil was trimmed to a perfect square and fashioned into a crane, because the human brain is built to create meaning from disorder and Laurel has a particular talent for it. The crane stands on the fig-tree tablecloth downstairs right now, resting in the dark, and we’ll see it again when morning comes. I wonder where it will fly from there.
safely walk to school
The San Diego heat was oppressive today, but that just gives more reason to swim. Jamie came along this time, and was even willing to cannonball for the camera, brewing a storm of bubbles that scurried to the surface. They make quite a spectacle, but the experiencing them is something else – that momentary tickling as thousands of little bubbles roll past you to get back to the atmosphere they were torn from.
Laurel and Jamie’s big-sister-versus-little-brother dynamic was in full force today. They’re good to each other, aside from the requisite teasing.
I care but I don’t care
We woke up early this morning to make our flight. I was tired and buried in my book, so I barely noticed the journey at all; the takeoff and landing went by without any of the usual emotional fanfare.
The sky was lovely on the way to the airport, though – feathery clouds in the waking blue.
This afternoon was naps and swimming and naps. We both needed some time to do nothing, and it’s so nice to finally get it.
addams family fallout shelter
There is a world where the signmaker is an unfulfilled artist, given free reign of her domain but disappointed by the scope of her work. Every sign she creates – which is every sign the public needs, lining every road in the country – features these dejected faces. Children At Play, Road Work Ahead, Elderly Crossing, Wet Floor, Watch Your Head: hundreds of thousands of frowning stick figures playing out every facet of our lives, dejected.
The people in this world live out their lives much as we do, traveling to and fro, reasonably happy for the most part; but the tone there is a notch or two more melancholy than here, and the frowning signs have been around for so long that no one remembers it ever being different.
I wonder how much influence things like this can have on us.
Pearce’s and my apartment is almost demolished, now. I took the last of my things from there tonight, throwing away quite a bit of unneeded debris, as well as some old food that went sadly unnoticed at the back of the fridge. As part of the process we took the banner down together – all the doodles and scraps left behind by our friends during our time here.
I have photos of the artwork, but the banner itself will be recycled. It’s important to let things go, and I’m still learning how to do that.
I’ve been working on this move almost constantly for a week and a half. It feels like finals season in college – one more day of work, and then we’re free to rest.
Tiny finger-lights surfaced from the mass of Things as we unpacked, so Laurel painted a lone sailboat drifting through a tiny sea. The night crowds in around its crew, but they are bright enough to light their way until morning.
I like the process through which people learn to draw with light – making quick sketches a few seconds at a time, adjusting their penmanship and learning to angle the lights to align the images and angle them toward the camera properly. Laurel had it immediately, drawing the boat with ease and writing her name (backwards from her perspective) on her first try.
We have lots of mirrors in this apartment – I wonder if we could do something with them…
why must you be so mean
We took down the last remaining pieces of Laurel’s old apartment this morning: faerie lights, hanging orbs, trinkets she’d nearly forgotten in the closet. She’s officially through with place now, both feet firmly in our new home. I’m nearly finished as well – there’s just some debris to clear away from my and Pearce’s apartment.
Laurel and I both felt comfortable here almost immediately – save for the insomnia our first night – but because we are still working on it continuously, I don’t think it yet has a homey sort of feel to it. That will come eventually, but until then it’s exciting just to see the progress we make each day.