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The Waking
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
I feel my fate in what I cannot fear.
I learn by going where I cannot go.
We think by feeling. What is there to know?
I hear my being dance from ear to ear.
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
Of those so close beside me, which are you?
God bless the Ground! I shall walk softly there,
And learn by going where I have to go.
Light takes the Tree, but who can tell us how?
The lowly worm climbs up a winding stair;
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
Great Nature has another thing to do
To you and me; so take the lively air,
And, lovely, learn by going where to go.
This shaking keeps me steady. I should know.
What falls away is always. And is near.
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
I learn by going where I have to go.
--Theodore Roethke
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Joy's Updates - Straight from the Horse's Mouth.
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Wednesday, April 23, 2003
Melissa and Earl
I forgot to mention yesterday that Melissa is TINY, so having a huge baby makes this more dramatic. She's 5'2" and a size 4 or 6. Apparently prenatal vitamins and Melissa's healthy lifestyle were like Miracle Grow for babies. He won't be wearing newborn baby clothes but jump right into the 1-3 month clothes.
I met Earl at Cracker Barrel Monday morning, so he could see his waitress he hoped would become his next ex-wife. She wasn't there. He asked our waitress about her but couldn't remember exactly what she looked like or her name, which I pointed out to him isn't really a good sign. So then he asked our waitress if she were married. It's an adventure (she says kindly) going places with Earl.
We went to Nashville for him to be fitted for a tux to wear in his daughter Amanda's June wedding in Florida. He had to go by the storage place to pick up a few things. We went by Brown's Diner for a Coke (well, they have Pepsi there and I can tell a difference since I prefer the Coca-Cola version of carbonated battery acid with caffeine - in the South we can all carbonated drinks Cokes - we're clever like that) and didn't see anyone we knew. Earl saw John Prine there last time he went. After going a few places, we came back here and then went to O'Charley's for dinner and both ate too much of that bread. I had grilled salmon and got my Omega-3 fatty acids and tryptophan which would be nice if it could cancel out my breakfast of fat and cholesterol.
Earl went to sleep on the couch and snored while I watched some TV and talked on the phone. It's like being married - I tell him what to do, he doesn't pay attention, and we don't have sex. Our relationship is in a friend/sibling category, which works well for us. I have male friends as well as female friends and always have. Contrary to what Billy Crystal's character in When Harry Met Sally said, men and women really can be friends. I have proof! I do better with friendships than with romantic relationships. Not sure exactly why but have my theories. This is not the forum for that topic though.
My cat Brigit likes to get on the roof of the house and act like she can't get down. She's such a drama queen! I usually go along with her and coax her down a tree by the carport. I didn't feel like doing it Monday night, and when she didn't come down the tree, I went inside and turned on the light at the patio. Eventually she showed up at the back door and came in. Part of my job is her personal doorman and servant. I should have named her Madonna or Catherine Diva-Jones. I guess she was miffed because I wouldn't cooperate, so instead of sleeping at the foot of my bed, she slept with Earl in the guest room, which he calls his room. I made a mistake having it on the other side of the wall from my room since I can hear him snore in there. The other bedroom has a couch, chair, TV, etc in it and is across the hall. I might need to change that.
Yesterday we walked around Main Street and went in shops and places he needed to see as part of the Dickson Experience, such as Nicks Hardware, Hodges Jewelers, House Blend, The Chatterbox Coffee Shop, Volume One Book Store, the antique and junk places, and Studio 1-2-3. That combines the old and the new. It was nice getting out, walking around, and having someone to talk to about all of it. He fixed my storm door since the part of the handle you push with your thumb to open the door fell off. We got a new handle for it and he replaced it.
Earl headed back to South Fulton. When he got back, he emailed a picture of me on the patio swing while I was on the phone with Emma and Brigit climbed up on me. It turned out pretty well, poodle hair and all. I still can't post pictures on here, but when I figure it out, I'll get that done since you'll want to see Brendan. Melissa's attitude is so positive and bubbly about it all. She's already a good mother. I'm so proud of her and Brian.
10:36:00 AM
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