"Nothing but respect for the innovative neighbor who tore out the collapsing porch and replaced it with a picnic table for stepping down into the yard from the back door."
Nah bro. It's Tesla time. Ah least some are assembled in the USA. All those folks still driving a Prius are either too broke to buy the most trending "status" vehicle or waiting on their order.
That mashkode-bizhiki line still kills me from when you told me it the other month. Hope you’re finding some moments of cherished silence amongst your ever growing schedule 🖤
“The “Poet Laureate of Responding to Emails” apparently.”
This resonates. I wrote last week about pumpkin cookies being made up of mostly non pumpkin things and how sometimes it can feel like that in our person and in our lives. Teaching becomes testing. Poet Laureat becomes email correspondence. It is important to say who we are so we don’t get filled up with mostly things we are not.
“Nearly run down crossing the street in Kalispell by some asshat in a white Escalade and all I can wonder is who the hell even drives a WHITE Escalade after Labor Day?!”
Amazing! I almost got run down walking to the grocery store yesterday by a driver who seemed to think it was amusing. I wish I could have found the humor in that as you did. I was wishing I had something to throw.
I like your joke. A pure pumpkin pie would be way too good but yeah maybe a kick off. Here’s the post if you want to check it out. https://pocketfulofprose.substack.com/p/your-story-is-sacred Have you read Thomas King? I love how he writes about story. I also read your bio and was completely fascinated.
I love your sly humour... I'm not getting it all, alas- cultural divides, the White Escalade and Labor Day? But oh, the pictures you paint! That picnic table step, the goldfinches, "slipping away from almost any social gathering like a migratory bird..." Ta, mate.
Labor Day is a holiday in the U.S. that typically marks the end of summer. In the fashion world, it used to be considered "inappropriate" to wear white after Labor Day; don't ask me why because it is ridiculous and I can't be bothered to look it up. That is what the Escalade quip is nodding to though, heh....
(After each offering of "a few more sentences," my urge is to return the pleasure in kind...) I am not an artist, never have been. My father was the artist of our large extended family. He set aside his artist dream to become a businessman, the family business, a small-town department store. His life after art drove him to drink. He once wrote to me, "With my mother pulling me one way and my wife pulling me another way, I felt like a man caught between a shit and a sweat." I am glad it fell to me play out the artist's life, a life that, in the face of money issues and family pressure, my father had to give up. He let it go. I caught his dream just before it shattered on the floor, took it home and raised it as my own.
2023_0922: “But we have been doing it so long!” says the woman wondering why her high school’s team mascot needs to be changed from some Indian-related awfulness.
I’m trying to find an answer for this person. Does this mean I have to stop calling people like her ignorant assholes? Because I’ve been doing it for so long.
Poetic, visual, wonderful September days, Chris. Especially loved the adorable starling’s puddle dance. And on behalf of writers conference everywhere, sorry for your close call with an out-of-season Escalade…maybe you should have hung out with the other poets dancing in the kitchen, after all?! Good to see you there.
Oh that last one made me laugh! I wonder how many youngsters will even get the joke?
Gave me a chortle as well.
Sorry you almost got killed and all, but it make a hell of a last sentence 😂🤣
The white Escalade line cracked me up - I love the humor found in the irritability!
"Nothing but respect for the innovative neighbor who tore out the collapsing porch and replaced it with a picnic table for stepping down into the yard from the back door."
I love this so much!!!!!!!
There are so many Escalades in Great Falls now, I fear they will replace the Ford F-150 as the status vehicle of Central Montana.
Nah bro. It's Tesla time. Ah least some are assembled in the USA. All those folks still driving a Prius are either too broke to buy the most trending "status" vehicle or waiting on their order.
ack I love the last one so much! But also all of it. 💜
That mashkode-bizhiki line still kills me from when you told me it the other month. Hope you’re finding some moments of cherished silence amongst your ever growing schedule 🖤
“The “Poet Laureate of Responding to Emails” apparently.”
This resonates. I wrote last week about pumpkin cookies being made up of mostly non pumpkin things and how sometimes it can feel like that in our person and in our lives. Teaching becomes testing. Poet Laureat becomes email correspondence. It is important to say who we are so we don’t get filled up with mostly things we are not.
“Nearly run down crossing the street in Kalispell by some asshat in a white Escalade and all I can wonder is who the hell even drives a WHITE Escalade after Labor Day?!”
Amazing! I almost got run down walking to the grocery store yesterday by a driver who seemed to think it was amusing. I wish I could have found the humor in that as you did. I was wishing I had something to throw.
A non-pumpkin pie , perhaps? I liked your analogy, Mary.
I like your joke. A pure pumpkin pie would be way too good but yeah maybe a kick off. Here’s the post if you want to check it out. https://pocketfulofprose.substack.com/p/your-story-is-sacred Have you read Thomas King? I love how he writes about story. I also read your bio and was completely fascinated.
I love your sly humour... I'm not getting it all, alas- cultural divides, the White Escalade and Labor Day? But oh, the pictures you paint! That picnic table step, the goldfinches, "slipping away from almost any social gathering like a migratory bird..." Ta, mate.
Labor Day is a holiday in the U.S. that typically marks the end of summer. In the fashion world, it used to be considered "inappropriate" to wear white after Labor Day; don't ask me why because it is ridiculous and I can't be bothered to look it up. That is what the Escalade quip is nodding to though, heh....
Ahh, I get it. Thanks. Terrible having to explain joke, isn't it? I'll just chuckle quietly from across the pond in future.
It's not terrible at all!
I love these so much. So many giggles. Am personally offended, though, that you would conflate a Starling with a Dipper 😁
(After each offering of "a few more sentences," my urge is to return the pleasure in kind...) I am not an artist, never have been. My father was the artist of our large extended family. He set aside his artist dream to become a businessman, the family business, a small-town department store. His life after art drove him to drink. He once wrote to me, "With my mother pulling me one way and my wife pulling me another way, I felt like a man caught between a shit and a sweat." I am glad it fell to me play out the artist's life, a life that, in the face of money issues and family pressure, my father had to give up. He let it go. I caught his dream just before it shattered on the floor, took it home and raised it as my own.
Thanks for this, Greg.
Some real treats in here! Thank you for sharing this sampler platter of your life.
2023_0922: “But we have been doing it so long!” says the woman wondering why her high school’s team mascot needs to be changed from some Indian-related awfulness.
I’m trying to find an answer for this person. Does this mean I have to stop calling people like her ignorant assholes? Because I’ve been doing it for so long.
Day 1: Just … 💔🧡❤️🔥
Poetic, visual, wonderful September days, Chris. Especially loved the adorable starling’s puddle dance. And on behalf of writers conference everywhere, sorry for your close call with an out-of-season Escalade…maybe you should have hung out with the other poets dancing in the kitchen, after all?! Good to see you there.
P.S. what does poets dancing in the kitchen mean anyway?
That was a perfect example of someone trying to be funny and coming off a little insulting, if you ask me. I was mildly irked.
Struck me that way too even though I didn’t get it…
Hee, hee, hee! That last one, and the one about your young relative, made me belly laugh this morning. Much needed. Thank you.