Time seems to be racing by beneath me. It can be difficult to get a foothold. Even the most productive days add up to weeks and months insufficiently utilized.
Recent days have included horned tomato worms: enormous, beautiful monsters wreaking havoc on every tomato in our yard. They have to be hunted and removed one by one. I have one in a jar on my desk at work grazing on weeds, just for kicks.
Recent days have included an anniversary– our third, which I can hardly let escape my mouth before adding that we’ve been together eight years, only married three. The day-to-day life with an infant makes a couple of hours together, enjoying good beer and pupusas and carnitas tacos, so much greater than the sum of its parts. A year ago, this anniversary date might have seemed anticlimactic. Instead, it was blissfully perfect.
Recent days also included a trip to a near-empty lake, where the annual Fourth of July regatta was cancelled for the first time in six decades. The trek to the water’s edge was desert-like, the only shade beneath exposed tree stumps. The air was dusty, but time with family good.
Recent days have included new teeth, a hard-earned prize in exchange for sleepless nights, sleepless days, low-range fever, and general malaise. But there’s a gap in the middle and she’s cuter than ever.
Coming days will include property-hunting, a visit from Grandma, rabbit and chicken harvest, horned tomato worm hunting, and more 105-degree afternoons. Before we know it, July will be gone.