Oral Tradition

Well, there’s a saying that sums up what I’m going through.  At least, I’m sure there’s a saying – I can’t think of one right now.  This is just to say
There will always
Be something that
Prevents ease and

School started a few weeks ago and I’m working through a lot of school nonsense, items of interest I cannot describe here, and items of interest I won’t describe here – suffice to say, teaching is a very hard job.  I could have been a bomb technician or something less stressful!

I am mounted by a desire to blog – to write again – but dang, I don’t know if I will.  And there’s no need in the world for another blog by someone moaning about their inability to write.  That’s a waste of time.

In the garden – our inherited garden resplendent in splendor in the heat of summer – lay the large part of a birch branch that was beset by a blow of lightning.  It’s very heavy and thick, and I happen to like it in the garden.  Birds need places to perch and I think it adds a certain je ne sais quois to the yard.  Decrees from the matriarchs that reign unopposed in this house have ended the birch branch’s peace.  Dad’s bringing a chainsaw and I am to treat that white speckled cellulose as if it were the neck of a zombie.

This is not hyperbole.  I really do like the limb where it lay.

Ah well.  In the potluck of life, this is more like cheesy onion straws than a bag of generic potato chips.  And I do get to use a chainsaw – silver linings and all that.

As of late, I’ve been able to make it to two Story Spinners meetings.  These young men and women meet once a month to celebrate the oral tradition, which is something I’m very much in love with.  So far, I’ve told two stories from my noodle, but I am hoping to find an old tale of gods and monsters – something creepy.  Think “Red Riding Hood” in the style of Neil Gaiman’s Sandman – that type of thing.  I don’t know how well it will go over, but people need to hear scary stories.  It casts the relative ease of modern life into sharp relief.

I have not been to a book club meeting in months.  And that’s a bit sad, because I love my book club friends.  I’m neighbors with one!  School has kept me out (it’s easier to rehearse a story than read a book) but so has family life, because I’m a father and husband and son-in-law and all three of these things take time that is always well-spent.

This week brings ArtPrize back to Grand Rapids and it’s a fun thing for locals and outsiders.  I’m not sure what a zoo it will be this year, but we always have a good time.  I’m not really sure where or what we will see this year but I have it on good authority that the DeVos compound has much to behold.

This is the first weekend in many weekends we’ve been able to stay at home and relax.  I’m very happy for the respite.  I’m not sure if there’s something next weekend, but I’m sure we’ll find something.  It’s nice to have no responsibility for a little while, which translates to me organizing worksheets for school so we can use less of them.  Which makes little sense in description but makes sense in practice.

Whoops, dad’s here. Farewell!  Wish me luck, I have no chaps.

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