Hi everybody.
We've gone upstate for the holiday to see my aging and isolated mother. We brought the turkey, and a few odds and ends. We were going to help her prepare the meal, but she had already baked the pies and taken care of almost all the prep before we even arrived.
The traveling has taken it out of me. I slept a bit in the car before I took over driving. Then when we checked into the hotel I crashed for another hour and a half. We took dinner to my mom, and came back to the hotel with coffee, but even after that, my eyes are still closing. So I'm writing this before bed with the hope that tomorrow will find me rested and ready to write poetry, but also to do some painting.
After dinner tomorrow (weather permitting), my four-year-old son and I will wander out into the woods and gather some materials to take home and make a terrarium. It's something I've wanted to do for a long time and now he's very excited by the idea as well - mostly, I suspect, by having bugs inside as pets (woodlice and springtails that eat mold and fungus and help to keep the terrarium fresh).
I'll post some pictures, more writing, and maybe a poem (or two) tomorrow. For now, good night.
Be good to each other.
~Bacchus
