Blog of the Day

I like this, blogging; cool. I have read nothing since Dec. 30th. I have written practically nothing since then either. Eye surgery is the pits! No reading, no writing, no editing, no gardening, no bowling, the list is depressing. But, I don't settle for depressing, it's a waste of time. Sooo, I'm blogging (the doctor didn't say I couldn't blog). But I can't read what I'm blogging, hmm, that could be good too. I work in a library ... water water everywhere but not a drop to drink.

Okay, another eye surgery on Thursday, sigh. But wait, there's a baby here. Cradled in his father's arms his eyes dart inquisitively drinking in the computer room. Black hair, black eyes stare curiously in my direction, a slow smile steals onto his lips. Unconsciously his father rolls his hips rocking his weight from left to right, arms cradle protectively, but free enough. The baby steers his attention around the room. The rocking motion slowly slips him lower in his father's arms. He twists his head. His father's lips move unconsciously, softly across a miniature landscape of head, ear and cheek.

I love watching people. I'll be face down for ten long dangerously boring days, but time is friend and foe. It captures me in its arms and drags me kicking and screaming to Thursday, but then, relenting, holding me like a child races recklessly on until, my imprisonment complete, I can read, and write, again.

Later....