By lunch, I mean “the entire caloric intake of an extended family of 20 in most of the developing world.” Dandelion Deb is serious about her passions, one of which is trying to eat Organic: “Have you fertilized your lawn this year?” That answer being Not Yet, I went with her to hand-select and pick the sweetest, juiciest dandelions from the yard.
The weekend started the way a good weekend should start, which is to say on a Wednesday.
Here Kipling sits down with, talks to, asks impertinant questions of, and fawns over Mark Twain – who puts up with him, and admits that he has actually heard of him. Here, on the other side of the world, Kipling visits a Burmese town called Moulmein and sees a beautiful pagoda. I’m reading this and humming “Road to Mandalay” and realizing he hadn’t written it yet.
This past weekend I took the three lunatic children to The House in the Woods. This is, of course, a mythic destination rooted firmly in fairly tales and folklore, and as such includes the requisite babbling creek, forbidding mountain, impenetrable forest, and small host of woodland creatures. There is wood that will not split itself, hikes that do not hike themselves, and fires that won’t et cetera. There is, of course, no television. It’s a place where a kid can be a kid, as long as said kid remembers the way most kids ended up in the majority of Grimm’s Fairy Tales.
Our waking walking life, it sometimes seems, has but two paths: the ordinary, and the more ordinary. And, while betimes betwixt the morning’s light and noonday sun the mordinary seems the only choice, at sunrise, and again as sunset cedes its hours to the moon, our lives can be… Extraordinary!