Sunday: coffee, green smoothie, yoga, new york city and back (in a day for yoko ono’s one woman show), rest stop snacks, and bodega-style dinner, the “do not stop” mantra for the day, asleep in connecticut.
In a snap, clouds huddled overhead. We ditched the stroller under the staircase and walked upstairs to the last art building at Mass MoCA. Clifford Ross’ large-scale black and white hurricane photos and pixelated color wave videos were in the loft. Ross’ photos were big enough to walk into. We left as the downpour and lightning started.
We drove to Leominster for a lunch date at our regular stop at the Korean restaurant. There isn’t much to see on the outskirts. Car wash, dealership, drive through donut shop. You know there’s a secret pulse or some undercurrent of the city hidden to outsiders.
With the hot sun overhead, they dug a tunnel in the dirt drive. I sat in the lawn chair ten minutes before retreating to the shaded steps. Buttered noodles with tomato sauce and or squash soup for dinner. They slurped and twisted the noodles leaving a tomato trail on the rug. We hopped in the car afterward for a trip to Cook’s Farm for ice cream.
I drove to the coffee shop with Born in the U.S.A. on cassette the whole way. At the coffee shop, I tried to write but got stuck before the two stopped at the gas station off I-10 in California. Blame it on John Lee Hooker or restless nights or the Times. I should have put on my headphones and drank another cup of black tea that sat like a bale of hay on the middle of my tongue. I sat at the counter overlooking the street and waited to see what might happen next.
The wild boys were back. They tussled and tore through the house. One slept the other didn’t. When the little one woke, I made zucchini raisin pancakes for lunch, which they happily mopped up with butter and syrup before sprinting off again. When they both fell asleep at last, I turned on the lamp and read while the fan whirred in the corner.
Sunday: coffee, carrot cucumber juice, movie on the couch, eggs and tacos, back country drive, stop at the farm stand: tomatoes, garlic, and basil for sauce plus a yellow watermelon I dropped in the grass, later on watermelon juice at home.
I bit into the first strawberry of summer, full of juice and sass. One kid was feeling better while the other was just fine. Might as well hit the strip malls, we agreed. Home depot for art installation supplies, Whole Foods for sushi and hot bar, Barnes & Noble for all of us. The boys passed out as soon as they splayed out on the sheets. I cracked open a book and hoped it would be a night for sleep.