the unreasonable dreamer in me is always thinking about the next exciting trip we can take

If I didn't have Kiffy to bring me back down to earth and remind me that my big dreams are a little too excessive for our penniless state, I'd probably be sleeping under a freeway overpass somewhere in Los Angeles.

BUT, this time we've come to an agreement that in T minus 365 days we'll embark on the road trip of our lives!! The planning is officially underway.

The plan is to take one month next summer and drive cross-country so we can explore the good ole' USA.

We figure it's about 3,500 miles, give or take a few, from California to the East coast. We're not quite sure of the routes we'll take yet. But I do know that I plan on eating fried green tomatoes, stopping in as many podunk towns as possible, and seeing Coney Island.

Any suggestions of must-sees we shouldn't miss?

I'm looking forward to the open road. Until then, we'll be packing this baby with our spare change to keep the dream alive!

A twitch of the scalp

I have one. 27 hours without sleep and counting . . .

Question: at what point does lack of sleep become dangerous?

And they will have children with beautiful eyes

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My sentiments exactly

Analyze this!

"Children's Games" by Brueghel


The poem by William Carlos Williams about the painting by Brueghel:

Children's Games

I

This is a schoolyard
crowded
with children

of all ages near a village
on a small stream
meandering by

where some boys
are swimming
bare-ass

or climbing a tree in leaf
everything
is motion

elder women are looking
after the small
fry

a play wedding a
christening
nearby one leans

hollering
into
an empty hogshed

II

Little girls
whirling their skirts about
until they stand out flat

tops pinwheels
to run in the wind with
or a toy in 3 tiers to spin

with a piece
of twine to make it go
blindman's-buff follow the

leader stilts
high and low tipcat jacks
bowls hanging by the knees

standing on your head
run the gauntlet
a dozen on their backs

feet together kicking
through which a boy must pass
roll the hoop or a

construction
made of bricks
some mason has abandoned

III

The desperate toys
of children
their

imagination equilibrium
and rocks
which are to be

found
everywhere
and games to drag

the other down
blindfold
to make use of

a swinging
weight
with which

at random
to bash in the
heads about

them
Brueghel saw it all
and with his grim

humor faithfully
recorded
it

Love this kid for various reasons . . .

one being that he does what I say

mary

Today I was able to photograph little Mary Lockhart. She was so adorable in her strawberry outfit. She was smiling lots and was such a good model.