YoAll,
N&Z turned 21 last week. Yikes! Me boys are grown ups. Much alcohol
was not consumed. Zack’s buddies tried their best to get him to go out
on his birthday and get his free 21st birthday drinks, but he is not
much of a bar man. But he is very much a ‘large birthday cookie from
his girl’ man, as is demonstrated in the 1st photo.
Those same 2 (Zach and Jessy) also had another celebration last weekend
… their 4th year boyfriend/girlfriend anniversary. They invited
friends and relatives to join them in a morning of paintball battles.
Thats Jessy in front of her sister and brothers in the 2nd photo.
I introduced Helen to South Eastern Minnesota corn in the 3rd photo.
That inquisitive look on her face was caused by corn being a bit dryer
than the corn she is used to. This is corn only a cow could love. We
tried hydrating it in a bowl of water for a week, but it somehow
magically comes out just as dry as it started. I’m thinking instead of
making corn palaces in South Dakota, they should be making cruise ships
or air craft carriers out of the stuff.
Zach is still crazy busy with cars. A couple of the summer residences
of my driveway are in photo 4. They are about to take the orange one
out on a tow rope drive in an effort to coax it back to life, but alas,
it was not to be. Hopefully by the time the snow flies.
Got a letter from Nick (attached). He is doing well, slurpily and
stresslessly exploring caterpillars with slowquiet steps. He may visit
Laurie in Ashvile North Carlina for his fall break in a few weeks.
The last photo shows a wasp who misplaced his head, will little adverse
effect. Actually, Zach and his wicked sharp pocket knife helped with
that, but don’t tell that to the wasp humane society.
Bruce
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Letter from Nick Man.
Subject: stately raven, saintly days
Yore,
He whose crown towers over mine–does not his mind so tower over my
mind? And do I mind? No. I will think in the shade.
Classes this semester are good. Not amazing, but solid. And at least so
far, fairly easy. I’m reading slurpily, exploring the town, practicing
handstands, and still barely touching the computer but for to do
programming work. Stress doesn’t tend towards me, but this semester it
is as if stress and I are walking through different worlds: its is the
world of the mundane and mine the magical, with little interference
between the two. Ah, but stress often tackles most of my friends.
Perhaps it is attracted by the marching sounds of their shoes, and
cannot hear my slowquiet steps, or catch up with my leaps.
At the edge, there is Truth, and looking far beyond it: Beauty. Yet I am
not on the mountain, but cozy at home with Commitment.
Kittens, picnics, silkworms, sketches, caterpillars, booksales, trees,
sailbikes, dogshows, pingpong, acorns, mooncakes, bats, frisbee, moles,
rocktroves, frogs, barefeet (actually happened)
Sunrise, balloon arch, treecouch, soap graffiti, leafpile, computer
sage, bumpkeys, window escape, Asheville, art museum, chinpong, winter
China, snowgiant, super keyboard (dreams)
Mirrored chameleon, blind fog run, computer poet, moon dog, art, slow
gravity imaginator, batsleep, skill, runspeed, vineswing,
microknowledge, mountain (dreams deferred)
Thanks for all the well wishes on my day of aging. Whole thing’s a
little silly and nice. May our missiles soon intersect.
Love and minnows,
–Nick