so, the petersons have had their daughter, greta. and the gallaughers have had their daughter, katie. and it sounds like neither of them is getting much sleep– this is when they need prayer for god’s physical graces. right now they can all four of them remember what it was like to hang out together, just the two of them (i mean, each husband-wife pair), without there being any child in tow. zena and i can’t remember this. we can remember specific times in our lives when this must have been the case, but the memories are indistinct and weightless. life is about children now, or maybe children are just about.
zena asked if maybe fatherhood was a bit of a blank for me, having not had my father around for many crucial years. i do feel a little like i’m making it up as i go along. but i don’t feel incompetent. i love that mazzy asks for me to sing her to sleep– i’m needed, i’ve secured a vital place for myself in her nightly routine. she sucks on the fingers of her one hand and tucks the other arm inside the crook of my elbow, then pulls it out and rests it on the outside of my arm, then tucks it back in, then pulls it out, then she settles down and usually falls asleep. sometimes in the middle of the night she wakes up; then she cries out and i go upstairs and into her dark room, lift her from her crib and set her on my hip, and bring her water bottle to her lips. sometimes she gives a little very-tired-laugh during this process, before she drinks: ‘heh-heh.’ then i set her back on her pillow and she goes right back to sleep, and i stumble back downstairs and do the same. true love. i don’t have to feed her for 15 minutes in the middle of the night like some other neds-foxes i could name.
52 books in 52 weeks. i’m serious about it right now, but ask me again in 10 weeks. so far i’ve finished:
prey, by michael crichton (terrible. just absolutely terrible.)
maus 2, by art spiegelman (which, with its precursor maus 1, i strongly recommend)
the cloud atlas, by liam callanan (very very good fiction, about a priest in alaska and his wartime assignment, tracking and defusing japanese ballon bombs that float across the pacific. a few plot holes, but otherwise super-enjoyable)
dixie city jam, by james lee burke (my first mystery fiction, recommended by chris adamski; very hard boiled)
monster of god, by david quammen (gripping non-fiction about man’s modern day relationship with alpha predators: you know, lions tigers and bears… and crocodiles. remind me to write about the concept of ‘keystone species’ sometime)
and now i’m reading fiction again: jamesland, by michelle huneven, as recommended by my favorite author, richard russo. report to follow. so, as you can see, since i started in april, i’m actually up one book on my schedule. keep the pace, joshua…
okay, this post is going on way too long. let me take just one more moment to welcome joe long to spinning. joe has posted three good reviews, one for muse’s new album, one for m. ward’s transfigurations of vincent, and one for my morning jacket’s 2003 popular fave, it still moves (joe- i’ll fix the page tonight). also, michael is back with his take on otr’s ohio and jim zartman’s one step, and i (ahem) slam modest mouse’s good news for people who love bad news (i finally put my thoughts into words, amanda). which is bad news if you love good news.
off to read…