(Greystone porch, Logan Square, around 6 p.m. R is sitting on the right-hand ledge of the front porch, and Pedro is fooling around on the other ledge. He’s wearing plaid pajama pants and canvas slip-ons.)
P: I can climb all the way up to the porch from down here. (Climbing iron fence)
R: Be careful!
P: Why do you keep saying that?
R: Because, UHHH, the fence has big spikes on it, and it’s a long fall, and if you made a mistake and fell you would get hurt and I would get upset…and your mom, and your dad would be upset, and your sister, and Frankie…
P: (Hauling himself over the side of the porch) Frankie would!
R: Yeah, of course he would! Wouldn’t you be upset if Frankie got hurt?
P: (Scooting down ledge, swinging his legs over) I’d be upset with whoever pushed him!
Nasturtium, 6/24/2008
July 22, 2008
looking in
a little more time.
November 13, 2005
The other morning I think my neighbor caught me topless through my dining room, his kitchen window. I thought our blinds were closed when I was walking to the kitchen wearing my pj bottoms, but one was open. They’ve moved out now. Probably not because of my toplessness. I’m looking over through the same windows now. The hall light in their apartment is on and it’s all empty. I feel sad about their empty little apartment. Incidentally, if anybody wants it, it’s a nice 2-bedroom up here in the R-Park, cheap. Great landlord. Empty and sad right now. Needs some people. And you might occasionally catch me in stages of partial undress, if someone leaves the blinds open.
It’s 11:17 already. 11:18. November 13, almost 14. Monday almost. I need a little more time. It’s been such a weekend. A weekend on the end of a fall that I pretty much missed on the end of a juggernaut of a summer. And so on. I pretty much missed my favorite season. I won’t dwell on that too much. I get so thankful sometimes that it’s a little much, like I can’t look straight at you, I might cry on your shoes or run away. What a weekend. What a life. Thank you. YOU. and all of you.
11:26. 11:27.
