This afternoon, a cool breeze, rain. Birds.
Downstairs, me and my 13-year-old — my younger daughter is in her room, sleeping maybe? —
and a 90-minute podcast on success.
“How do you define success?” I ask, hitting pause.
“Doing something correctly?” he asks back.
He grips a pencil and my chest puffs. My little notetaker!
But when I look closely I see
he’s only tallying
the number of times the presenters say
I make margarita mix.
Also, brown rice, with bacon grease, in the rice cooker.
Beef browning, with onions, garlic, and pepper,
and taco seasoning added at the end.
My older daughter texts that she and her brother, at Culebra, are heading out to snorkel.
Text when you get back, I tell her.
They had fun, she reports later,
but there wasn’t much to see.
“Books are the great lie that tell the truth about the way the world lives,” Verghese quotes.
“Don’t prepare the path for myself,” someone else quips. “Prepare myself for the path.”
I plan the menu for the next few days and add to my grocery list
scallions, salmon, evaporated milk.
When the kids come home (tomorrow!), we might have strawberry shortcake.
If there are still berries in the garden.
My younger son washes the dishes.
Distracted, he picks up my camera and
wanders, snapping aimlessly, until I tell him to
The podcast ends and he disappears,
probably to his room to read.
Outside it’s still raining (but barely) and
in the kitchen it’s quiet. Just me,
This same time, years previous: energy boost, the family reunion of 2017, the quotidian (6.6.16), delivery, meat market: life in the raw, of a sun-filled evening, for hot summer days, three reds fruit crumble.