connecticut.

so many hours of driving.
soooo many hours of driving.
neighbors,
it takes a little while to go downwards,
and to hit bottom.
the bottom of connecticut is where i finally landed,
for sure....
and it took all damned day to get there.
ugh.
the ride, each way,
was three times longer than the play i drove down to see.

kids- well, teens, really-
playing as fish, and singing, and dancing,
in connecticut, where it isn't F*ing freezing,
and there's no snow at all
(which is a real b!tch-A* comparison).....
it's a hard style for sure.
hmm?
yeah,
it was so good to see my girls.
even if it was for just a little minute.
there was a lot of food bookending the dramambomb.
mamoun's falafels, to lunch it up beforehand-
the lentil and cracked wheat moujedhra
( which is a.k.a. injudra, for you culturally educated guys out there),
the way-overseasoned lentil soup,
the canned-masquerading-as fresh mango juice,
and those mutha-ucking falafels......
yeah.
lunch was no joke.
and then,
immediately after the dramatic action?
uh-huh.
it was time to get busy on emergency tofutti:

because sprankles are so very necessary
when interacting with crackery folks from the white people part of southern CT.
was i full?
fat as all heck is way more like it.
what's the only response to feeling like i'm gonna burst open?
word up.
more.
too much is the right amount,
so,
while i was reflecting on seeing my daughters
as autonomous teenaged individuals, in braces.
no really.
crutches and bandages for harvest's busted knee,
a splint/brace for maple's sprained and twisted wrist-
they were all banged up, but the show went on anyway.
expert.
the thing of it is,
they're practically real people,
and that sport of sobering sight,
where they were busy being involved,
and only had a cursory moment for their dear ol' dad an' that?
it made me want to fill the hole where being important used to live
with so much pizza.
and pizza from pepe's world famous secret location,
the spot,
which is cleverly hidden in broad daylight right next door
was the only answer.
so,
that happened, too.
all right before getting back on the road,
and traveling into the deep dark,
from sixty-something fahrenheit back down to twenty.
from springtime grass to feet of snow.
from my oldest old life to my old and busted house.
traveling,
spanning time,
and eating.
that's all that there was available.
i do what i do,
and i did what needed doing.
it's all really happening-
growing up,
driving back and forth,
gluttony,
the works.
this is it;
never quiet, never soft.....