Day 998, March 8, 2023
Sometimes there is quiet for many days,
there is no more room in the voicemail,
the fortune cookies remain uneaten,
the ears chirp with fields of crickets.
A dog is licking his bone,
occasionally jawing the hock,
but mostly licking.
The fire is an even glow,
not too hot, not too cold,
it is like the log has turned to charcoal
and there is a nice even burning,
proper and genteel flames,
not reckless and unruly
like in the morning with the vent open.
Some days it feels like someone
has served a large plate of banana pudding
and I do not like banana pudding
or damp vanilla wafers
and so the day becomes like riding an escalator
when you have a headache.
A long escalator,
like in the subway in DC.
The stop near the zoo and the conference hotel.
It is a terrible thing to have the stomach flu
while staying in a hostel.
When the kids were little
and we went on a whale watching trip,
but the seas were rough on the way back,
and I had never been seasick before.
Or maybe something not stomach related.
When you accidentally put a Necco Wafer in your mouth
and you only then remember that you do not like Necco Wafers.
It is a long reminder.
It is the day after building a Lego structure
using every block in the bin,
and it has been broken and partially disassembled
on the living room carpet.