Into the Void

I had one of my favourite hours of the month on Sunday: the Shedunnit watchalong. We watched The Ninth Guest (1934) and chatted. It was nice, really, really nice. Probably the most fun I have, period.

The boys are liking gymnastics. Minor is the oldest and biggest one there, but that's okay. I specifically picked a camp which extended from his age to Minisculus' so that Minisculus wouldn't be as nervous about trying something new.

Today is a Day of Mantrams [a kind of prayer] for Peace and Healing as sponsored by the meditation center I support because my guru's wife (guru died in 1999) is turning 100 years old! I sent her a card.

We finished Minisculus' Death Star. A bit underwhelming result but I don't see how it could be otherwise given how much work we (I) put into it. That's a tiny Millennium Falcon made out of an egg carton stuck to it.



Still enjoying audiobook of Book 2 of The Rivers of London, but that creeping thought 'this is glorifying police as problem solvers and assets to the community rather than what they really are' is raising its head so I may take a break after this one.

Day one of Ye Olde Menstrual Nonsense so I feel like an enormous bloody pin cushion.

Puzzle: The Hounds of the Baskervilles

This was an impulse buy. 300-pieces, Charles Wysocki, Buffalo Games. I did it in about an hour while the boys were at gymnastics camp, but it was a lot of fun.

Poet's Corner: two by Kay Ryan

I am working my way through The Best of It by Kay Ryan.

A Certain Kind of Eden by Kay Ryan

It seems like you could, but
you can’t go back and pull
the roots and runners and replant.
It’s all too deep for that.
You’ve overprized intention,
have mistaken any bent you’re given
for control. You thought you chose
the bean and chose the soil.
You even thought you abandoned
one or two gardens. But those things
keep growing where we put them—
if we put them at all.
A certain kind of Eden holds us thrall.
Even the one vine that tendrils out alone
in time turns on its own impulse,
twisting back down its upward course
a strong and then a stronger rope,
the greenest saddest strongest
kind of hope.