High Pointed Day
Bleak, sick, sick friends, sad anniversaries, grief, not enough love, no school, no students, the wrong words—“Fall break” is as difficult as it sounds. We’re falling. We’re breaking.
So I stay tethered to my high point mission. Pretending to ask my love, “What was the high point of your day?” and pretending to be asked back. That sweet spot! The joint witnessing of what is good.
The difficult day, as told through the filter of the God-given high points; self thanks my sweet self for asking!
1. Breakfast: cheese grits and fried green tomatoes, with Tammy’s perfect co-op green gift tomato. It’s nearly maybe as good as Rick Bayless’s red one was. My perfect breakfast. Thoughts of home. O home. I had a father who cared about flavors and a mother who cared about preparation. This breakfast is dedicated to them.
2. At noon, the Pendleton scarf from Ebay arrives and is much better than expected, in its vintage mad men box, the power of packaging, the care for things. Made in America. Recycled ebay-style.
3. The cold-flu is still all around me, like petticoats. It’s just a lot of material at this point and a pain in the ass: I keep tripping over the cold.. But I dreamed last night I was dancing and knew today I’d be better! Much better! Today: listening to music again. Four days without music. It was like four days without food and water. I’m listening to Anonymous Four, American Angels, songs of hope, redemption and glory. America. It’s a theme, not a policy or a hammer. I think when we’re sick, when we’re healing, we go back to where we left off. For me, it’s grits, gospel, the flag, garlic, and fried tomatoes. “My latest sun is sinking fast!”
4. Planning trips: New York, Kalamazoo, Indianapolis, Spain!
5. A quote: “Gratitude is confidence in life.”
5b. Another quote, from Paul Taylor, the choreographer: “the deadline is my inspiration.”
6. Finding the moms of the Air Force guys. It’s a very hard thing, because many of the mothers are the mothers of dead children. But I need to know what they know now.
Emails from both boys. A map of their locations. What they hunger for.
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