Again

I meet other parents with young children and they often talk about their own parents, "taking care" of their kids. I have no social experience with what they are describing. It is a design for living that is purely conceptual for me. I have a brother who is a wonderful, "Uncle Pete" and a sister-in-law who is kind with our girls and plays with them when we all get together. I listen when women talk about, "dropping the kids of with their grand-parents". I imagine the scenario and then there is the scratched record sound, the repeat vibration, the body memory for having to walk over to the record player and gently lift the needle and place it down in a groove slightly ahead of the spot where it scratched, watching the turntable spin, catching the rhythm, like skipping in on a moving jump rope, sometimes not catching it and having to try a second and third time. By this point, I am no longer upset about the momentary feeling of loss of a  projected, and impossible present.

And if that doesn't work. Well, Bob's still alive on My Life. I just checked.



Forever,
Bob's Daughter