GRIZZLY PEAR

written snapshots

Category: Artifacts

  • The little one is devious.

    The watering can is dirty.
    Not it’s not.

    Needs to be washed.
    It’s just a watering can!

    He turned on the hosebibb.

    OK. I’ll rinse it off.
    The inside is dirty too.
    Fine.

    He watered the wildflowers.

    It needs another washing!

    ䷢䷃

    progress like a hamster

  • Growing up ain’t as advertised, occasionally it’s better.

    Giving is better than recieving.
    Let’s do both!

    A few books and a boardgame for my birthday.

    Even better – I wrapped them.
    (plus an old boardgame,
    with two everything must be even).

    For them to unwrap.

    The real treat!

    ䷜䷁

    the abyss is not filled to overflowing
    it is only filled to the rim

  • A family is a fractal of overlapping sub-families.

    Daddy-Bear slipped onto the desk to audit my teleconference with the engineers.

    He studied options for the mechanical system life cycle cost analysis.

    After lunch, he snuck onto my shoulder.

    I held still while my daughter shot a portrait.

    A long day for a brown bear in a blue hoodie.

    ䷿䷢

    the little fox after nearly competing the crossing
    gets his tail in the water

  • In a blink the seasons are gone and back again.

    We drew a labryinth on the patio.
    I walked it.

    Breathe in, four steps.
    Breathe out, four steps.

    The boy jumped in front.
    And stopped.

    Breathe in.
    Breathe out.

    He hopped away.

    Breathe in, four steps.
    Breathe out, four steps.

    A split second.
    Our lives.

    ䷛䷪

    to spread white rushes underneath
    no blame

  • They slowly crept out of their cave, into the harsh sunlight.

    After a meeting, I detoured through North Las Vegas to buy two side tables.
    Five hours later, we bought a bookshelf just outside the 215 loop.

    Offerup is back on the phone.
    (Thirty months ago, I bought a plasma car in Henderson.)

    Using cash again,
    Trips to new neighborhood,
    Brief encounters with strangers.

    Old is new again.
    Drifting back towards normal.

    ䷽

    small things may be done
    great things may not be done
    the flying bird brings the message

  • Every marriage is a foreign land, ours is sensibly exotic.

    We made our annual migration back to the parents.

    We forgot some things.
    Went back last night.
    And indulged in extra spring cleaning.

    The Sunday evening date.

    ䷀䷠

    dragon appearing in the field

  • Round two thousand twenty two of the Capital Improvement Planning exercise marched its way through my life.

    The drafts have been distributed.
    I wait for comments.

    But my projects didn’t stop (even if I did).

    Lots of catch up.
    And to clean up.

    The glorious ending is never glamorous.

    Tommorrow has its demands,
    Extra because of yesterday’s shortcuts.

    But phase one is done.
    And I didn’t overwork as much this time.

    A success, even if it doesn’t feel like it.

    ䷷䷽

    the bird’s nest burns up
    the wanderer laughs at first
    then must lament and weep
    through carelessness he loses his cow

  • Numbers merged and danced in a world beyond physical interaction.

    Nine.
    Lovely number.
    Three times three.
    A square.

    Double happiness.
    Now there’s four.
    Another square!

    Took the morning off and visited:
    Spring Ranch State Park, preserved.
    Bonnie Springs, closed no access.
    Cactus Joe’s, open for business.
    Vanguard.com, betting on the future.

    What will happen in eighteen years?
    (we met eighteen years ago)
    Thirty-six.
    Yet another square!

    ䷅䷋

    the people of his town
    three hundred housholds
    remain free of guilt

  • How long shall we hide from the perpetual negative lottery?

    我可以做 GATE-test 吗?
    Can I take the GATE test?

    He just got the regular 4 year old shots.
    She took the GATE test after her second shot.

    But there are no COVID shots for 4 year olds.
    How much longer?

    ䷣䷕

    first he climbed up to heaven
    then he plunged into the depths of the earth

  • Some days are more memorable than they should be.

    Squabble.
    The sound is the meaning.

    First to wash your hands.
    She started eating early.

    Whether to play this,
    Or that.

    Who’s cleaning up?
    He isn’t.

    The joyous din of growing up.
    The house will be quiet soon.

    From whence the squabbles then?

    ䷆䷺

    in the middle of the earth is water
    the image of the army