Ah Me

Fifty-seven feels like six like twelve like twenty. You are basically you from the age of six onwards, according to the child psychology courses in college; I agree. One changes and grows socially and emotionally, but it is still the same voice I have always heard in my head. Me.

My skin, however, is trying to get to the center of the earth and gravity is winning, pulling, continually down. If you leave a brick on a lawn, it eventually sinks in over the years from the ground softening with rain, temperature changes, and yep, gravity. This is why you have to watch This Old House so you know how to prep an area with ground cloth and crushed stone before laying a brick path.

I have salt that came from an ocean that once covered the mountains that are now the Himalayas before they were pushed up that high by India crashing into Asia. Got it from the health food store, advertised as pink, the purest on earth, blah and blah. Only thing, every oncet in a while, you get a bit of grit in there, as mined from the peaks by the natives. You bite down on grit and eventually your teeth will be like the ancient Egyptians, whose molars were flattened by the amount of stones in the bread flour back in the B.C.

I know you just read this blog for all the non-fictional nonsense so you can win the next round of Trivial Pursuit. You really want me on your team. Anyways, the point of the salt is that nothing stays the same, from oceans to the summits of mountains, earth roiling and folding onto itself.

That would be an interesting time lapse, a sped-up version of India smooshing into the larger continent on film. God film. Universal Pictures located in the real Universe. What would it look like, these immense pilates for tectonic plates? Would we cry when the oceans that once covered the Sahara receded? Applaud at the appearance of Hawaii, future home of President Elect? Flowing, liquid, converting back to magma, all this. And your little brick, too.

My son is coming into town for the weekend, and will be staying with me, I am so excited. Here it is the end of 2008 already, I just finished washing the baby food off his face, wasn't it? I see him aging, folding, flowing. Go for it kiddo, it's a great life.

Deedle deedle dumpling, my son John
Went to bed with his stockings on.

Sleep well, sleep quiet, covers.