The Rhythm Changes

2010
04.28


Visiting the Davies Five in Colorado, land of big skies, small towns.

No stop lights in Paonia.

Land of the coal trains, the bread and butter of the Western Slope.

There’s still snow on Mt. Lamborn.

Spending over a week with three children under six,

Time for thought, analysis, reflection goes into deep background.

No time to think, only time to plan, do.

Meals, groceries, laundry, dishes, floors.

Outside play, hunting for snakes, reading books, games.

Don’t frown, Jack.  Room for everyone on the swing.

Colorado.  Land of big skies, changing weather.  A storm is brewing.

No problem. Coloradans are rugged. A little wind doesn’t send anyone inside.

Just makes it more fun.

How can it be lunch time? We just had breakfast.

Where did these dishes come from? I just put some away.

Is the laundry basket ever truly empty?

Taking Abbo to kindergarten.  Late? Why is she late?

Oh. Late start day is next Wednesday.  It changed.

Getting groceries. Free cookies at the market for the kids.

Such an ugly pink.  Such a horrid taste. I don’t need a bite.

I just know. The kids love them.

Is that a new dresser in the kid’s room?

No, it’s just plastered with stickers.  It’s art.

Found art.  Art in progress.  Why not?

Our youngest used her walls like an autograph book.

The puffy paint was a mistake, though.

Jackie plays with cars.  He doesn’t need roads.

The roads are in his imagination – what a delightful word.

Like The Land of Counterpane, where bedclothes become hills and valleys

The sofa becomes a super highway.  Jack’s cars talk to each other.

The weird squishy yellow ball with stretchy yellow protrusions

Talks to the cars.  Jack counts the protrusions.  Hundreds he thinks.

Jack can count to one thousand.  He taught himself.

Hundreds of homes across America, the same scene plays out.

In this home of course, the scene plays a cut above.

How could it not?  These are my grandkids, being raised by

My daughter, who was raised by me.

How does she do it so much better? She’s a kid herself.

A pregnant 37-year-old in the kitchen singing “jelly lelly lelly lelly” with Sponge Bob.

Note:  One of my beloved twitter/blogger friends said she was looking forward to more of my art after the last post I made – Life is OK.  Almost all of my art is on my web page in the Art Gallery – the Altered Landscapes series, the Chinese Lantern Series, Muse, some journal pages, and various collages on canvas.  Feel free to visit.  I am going to update the gallery soon to include sizes since William recently, who had only seen these online, was surprised at how big some of them were.


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One Response to “The Rhythm Changes”

  1. Leah says:

    what sweet pics!! busy days and lots of fun!

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