Swelling, Spinning

All week I have been working on the poem I started the other day. Actually choosing to work on it during my breaks. I know I have something good when that happens. It's about flowering trees and my father. Full of words like shed, scatter, disperse, flying, swelling, spinning, gone.

Yesterday was a good day. Me and Ben at the park looking for bugs. He was scared of the bug he found on our dining room floor that morning, but at the park, all he wanted to do was find more and more bugs. Ladybugs! Green bugs! Flies! Little tiny red dot bugs! I wish I knew more of their names. After nap, onto the library, where we checked out bug books, Rosemary Wells books, and Babar books (in preparation for a children's exhibit at the Nassau County Museum of Art that we want to go to). Besides bugs, his interest/obsession of the week has been The Beatles, so we checked out A Hard Day's Night and Yellow Submarine. Home, we ate pasta on the floor and read the books. Then we popped some popcorn and watched A Hard Day's Night, which meant fast-forwarding it to the songs, and watching Can't Buy Me Love 127, 573 times.

OK, one more look at the poem, then yoga. Happy Mother's Day everyone!