[Marxism] Blog Post: Daydreaming
mikedjyates at msn.com
Wed May 28 11:29:44 MDT 2014
Full at http://cheapmotelsandahotplate.org/2014/05/28/daydreaming/
Karen and I begin our hikes talking, but after awhile I fall behind
a bit, and lulled sometimes by the sound of a stream or the singing
of the birds, I daydream. On a trail not long after we got to
Tennessee, I thought about the month we had just spent with our
daughter and granddaughter. We had a wonderful time with Tatiana,
seeing her almost every day. We took long walks—to a creek to throw
rocks, to playgrounds with swings and sliding boards, or just next
door so she could scramble, over and over, up and down a neighbor’s
steps. Tatiana and I got attached to one another, and it was difficult
to leave. I cried more than once as we drove away. I kept thinking
about the games we played and how her face lit up when she saw me.
Last year when we visited, Karen sang a nonsense song while swaying
her back and forth. "wee wee, wee wee, Tatiana’s going on the swing."
This visit, she started calling me "wee wee," and that became my
name. She’d call it out every time she saw me, and even began to
use it to order me around, saying "wee wee" with an intonation that
meant "get back here and pay attention to me." Our daughter said that
she twice called out my new name in her sleep at night. Her little
chums at daycare shouted "wee wee" when we picked her up each morning.
When you are sixty-eight, with time’s eyes closing, and you’ve fallen
in love with your grandchild, it is hard not to think about one life
ending and another beginning. As Karen and I trekked along, I asked
myself age-old questions. What have I done? What does it matter? Does
anything matter? Will Tatiana’s life be different? Will she be happy?
What slings and arrows will she face? Will she be resilient and strong?
A melody ran through my head, and, reflecting my thoughts, I put these words
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