Monday, October 6, 2008
Shoot, swoosh, ahhhhhhh....
"Got to face the day, no matter the consequence"
Days like today are ones I should hide in long-hand, deep inside a spiral notebook. But that is sitting next to the bed with the sleeping child and so here I am.
It all started with a trip to the dump. I mean, it all started the night before when I found myself overwrought and sleepless. I did sleep for a bit of hard pressed rest and when I woke I drove across town, desperately searching for...
but I had to come home, my sleeplesseness could not disrupt theirs. What I found was that pile of things to delay or discard. I piled them high into the van and also rolled out the old mattress--the one I slept on and then River and now it is wet and soggy in the van. I cleared out a lot of the driveway. I moved the trash cans, organized the wood, put other things into the garage. Suddenly. I looked up, and there was the hoop. The basketball hoop I think I had not played on before, or if I had it was right when we moved in. I grab the old, flat ball and shoot, miss, shoot, miss, shoot, miss, aim, shoot, swoosh. Ahhhh....
Then, a trip to the dump. Way out there, up, up, up, I didn't realize this was the dump--another thing I had not done, usually sending the gendered prescription of dump goer in my mind. I liked the dump. Quickly all things to discard are empty and I placed them and pulled them myself. The drive is clear the stuff is here. I return home, but not before stopping to buy three sizes of basketballs. Home, I rip into the package and pull out the adult size ball. Shoot, miss, shoot, miss, dribble-dribble shoot, miss. Stop, dribble, aim, shoot, swoosh. Ahhhhhhhh.....
The walk is invigorating, I hit the hills unexpectedly, breathing, pushing up, and above. I love this little spot with rosehips, willow, pine, yarrow, sunflower. I love these plants. Lightning begins to crack. I keep thinking I want to go home and shoot baskets. I let myself run, which I haven't done for a while. It feels good. and now I am almost home. To the ball shoot, miss, shoot, swoosh, dribble-dribble, shoot, miss, dribble right-left-right-left, shoot, swoosh.Ahhhhhhhhhh....
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