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Sausages from the Past
Nov. 2nd, 2003 06:41 pmI have just a few minutes while the cous-cous absorbs the water in the covered skillet (also containing the sauteed red peppers and the cajun sausage slices) to say what a magical and grateful day I'm having.
It's been 9° and raining all day -- moody November weather. After lunch Snake, Tutu and I watched a compilation video of all the old 8 millimetre silent movies my dad shot as me and my siblings grew up, dating back to my brother's birth in 1953. I watched our crazy patterns and habitual interactions develop gradually over several decades and looked at the strange little kid I was, already working on bad posture at the age of three. I'm sure I'm projecting onto this poor little guy, but he seemed to be afraid to engage in the world around him. He hung at his older siblings' heels in a nervous and pulled back manner. I know that his inner world was riper than than the fruits it produced back then.
After the show, Tutu vanished into the basement to sleep off a headache (not related to my family movies, I hope) and Snake and I headed off to the supermarket together, something we haven't done in a long time since the little rabbit has been doing most of the family's shopping. I walked through the aisles, confidently planning meals and experimenting with purchases (mmm, a can of broiled eel in soya and a block of riccotta salata).
I suddenly felt overwhelmingly grateful for my life. The little boy grew up and learned how to live, to love and to survive with aplomb, with verve and not needing to dog the heels of any other.
Sometimes I marvel that I've grown up and become this competent man. I'm proud of myself today. Snake says that life is too rich for us to waste time suffering. Amen.
That's all. Dinner is ready.
It's been 9° and raining all day -- moody November weather. After lunch Snake, Tutu and I watched a compilation video of all the old 8 millimetre silent movies my dad shot as me and my siblings grew up, dating back to my brother's birth in 1953. I watched our crazy patterns and habitual interactions develop gradually over several decades and looked at the strange little kid I was, already working on bad posture at the age of three. I'm sure I'm projecting onto this poor little guy, but he seemed to be afraid to engage in the world around him. He hung at his older siblings' heels in a nervous and pulled back manner. I know that his inner world was riper than than the fruits it produced back then.
After the show, Tutu vanished into the basement to sleep off a headache (not related to my family movies, I hope) and Snake and I headed off to the supermarket together, something we haven't done in a long time since the little rabbit has been doing most of the family's shopping. I walked through the aisles, confidently planning meals and experimenting with purchases (mmm, a can of broiled eel in soya and a block of riccotta salata).
I suddenly felt overwhelmingly grateful for my life. The little boy grew up and learned how to live, to love and to survive with aplomb, with verve and not needing to dog the heels of any other.
Sometimes I marvel that I've grown up and become this competent man. I'm proud of myself today. Snake says that life is too rich for us to waste time suffering. Amen.
That's all. Dinner is ready.
