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Gathering of the Day #2622

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Day_2622

For the second year in a row, I’ve hosted Thanksgiving with my family. What that means, mind you, is that I surrendered my kitchen to Michaela and let her prepare a huge chunk of the meal, lending a hand to chop vegetables or fill a pot with water now and then. She made, I hear, I good turkey; I was sated with the baked veggies, mashed potatoes, cranberry sauce and mango-topped casserole.

I don’t think I’ve ever celebrated Thanksgiving with Dad, or even – to my memory – shared a meal with both him and Mom, so it was really nice that he made it over tonight, bearing two different kinds of pies. His company made the evening feel more whole than other Thanksgiving dinners have, and I was so used to celebrating each year without him that I didn’t realize how much of a difference it would make.

We ate well and have a generous supply of leftovers for the weekend. I hope your evening went sweetly as well.

light struck from the lemon tree
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November 26, 2015 at 11:41 pm

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Photo of the Day #2554

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Photo of the Day #2554

Here Dad stands outside our door, sending a photo of the two of us to family in Brazil, while Zinky slouches from the balcony to see what sort of business we’re up to. If you look closely, you can catch Laurel’s fingers clutching her smartphone; a fever knocked her down today, and her only fresh air was a short break sitting outside the glass doors on our balcony.

There are many things that must be done and many things we must distract ourselves with, and I have stayed up late attending to only a few of each.

bzzt swish flrrgh

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September 20, 2015 at 12:56 am

Lens of the Day #2045

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Lens of the Day #2045

I entered my dad’s apartment, the doorknob squeaking its unique shrill squeak, to find Dad standing with his camera at the ready, recording a video of me to send to his friend far off in Portugal. For a moment I was unsure how to perform for the lens; countering with my own camera seemed a safe response. I waved and said hello to the stranger waiting at the other end of the signal, and then Dad told me some stories to explain who would be seeing my face.

There are always these untold chapters in the life of everyone you know, and each one adds another dimension to your understanding of them when they’re finally revealed. Just little changes, but the stories do accumulate. All those details can be so important.

now it’s been ten thousand years

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April 29, 2014 at 12:39 am

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Drive of the Day #2016

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Drive of the Day #2016

It’s been a few years now since I had my first practice driving lesson, but I’ve managed to make it this far without getting my license. Today I inched forward a little more, edging into traffic for the first time, so it seems that I’ll slowly but inevitably reach the goal of an actual license.

My dad’s new car is an automatic; I no longer have to fear stripping the gears, stalling the engine or killing the ignition. This clears the way for a few more anxieties of the road – keeping track of the mirrors and my surroundings, watching my speed, learning the feel of wheel and pedals until I can operate them as naturally as a Mario Kart.

I’ve been a passenger on the freeway so many times, but accelerating even to 40 miles per hour felt so much faster when I was pushing the gas, and for most of the ride I felt like nervousness had drained the color from my face. I can’t yet feel the size of the car as if it were my own body, and that uncertainty – not knowing just how close I am to a parked car or the edge of the lane – is going to be my biggest worry while I learn.

I often feel so uncertain when I’m learning a new skill, then become comfortable with it so gradually that I don’t even notice I’ve improved – and then it feels completely natural. Driving will likely be just the same, and eventually I’ll be able to slip into these three-thousand-pound machines as if they were second bodies.

the hours

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March 31, 2014 at 2:55 am

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Sticky Note of the Day #1810

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Sticky Note of the Day #1810

I woke, quite naturally, at almost exactly seven o’clock this morning – the earliest in a long time. My window faces East, and normally a blade of bright sunlight cuts through my dreams later in the morning; today it hadn’t even risen over the hills, and I was reminded how the sky could glow before everyone was awake.

My dad had probably left an hour earlier, so even my unusual waking wasn’t enough for our mornings to intersect. And since I arrived at home around 8:30, Dad was already asleep; we missed each other completely, like on so many days.

But he left this note waiting on the front door for me, and a dish of Pad Thai waiting kindly in the microwave, and so our days were still connected at a distance.

chykka

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September 6, 2013 at 12:16 am

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Froth of the Day #1756

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Froth of the Day #1756

The pool here is doubly adorned by Dad’s presence: swimming has set the surface ajitter, cutting the floor with spiderwebs of sunlight, and this sudden dive has carved a tunnel into the water that instantly collapsed into thousands of bubbles.

Pristine, calm waters are beautiful, of course, but look what marvels you can make when you add motion!

cloud atlas sextet

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July 14, 2013 at 12:57 am

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Creek of the Day #1733

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Creek of the Day #1733

After a few hours of nonfat skim sleep – light and a bit unsatisfying – I groaned out of bed to prepare to face the DMV. The drop-in line ran out the door into the morning sun, a three-hour slog for those who had chosen the spontaneous route; I took my place in the appointment line and still gave a fair slice of time waiting for my turn.

The DMV, perhaps, is one of the few Great Equalizers in our society – an institution to which people from every social stratum must make the occasional pilgrimage.The patchwork of people there would be a fascinating study to anyone willing to sit and wait, but I was tired in body and mind, and had to conserve my wits for the written exam.

Leaving with a new permit, we took a few moments to admire this creek before heading home. In the morning light the bed of the stream glowed in warm colors, and where the current slowed a waterbug skated against the oncoming drift of fallen leaves and dust. It cast no shadow itself, but its feet bent the water’s surface, casting spots of bent light to the bed.

Speaking of bed – I’m going to enjoy it this time, with nothing to stop me but the sun’s breath.

take the time away from me

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June 21, 2013 at 3:07 am

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