weekending [Poser ]

the weekend comes with sun
like cockroaches in the dark of evening we skedaddle
up the street: fairground’s park
i fall in love with instagram
like a polaroid for life’s scenes
captions like ball point pen titles
betty rose and lucy may fall in love
with skate park’s forbidden chalkability
new half pipe’s dream:
can we bring daddy’s old matchbox cars here, please?
we look at the big kids
i’m sure olive june believes
a bmx has wingsPhotobucket
saturday morning has so many
excuses:  last night’s migraine, warm down comforter, rain on the window panes, 2-year-old expert cuddler, and the i’m really freakin’ tired feeling
so much texting going on under the sheets
until one friend gets me
out of bed, into black spandex stuffing an energy bar into coffee-less lips
i’m almost at your doorstep
so my crafty friend and i run along the sea
almost always up hill
there’s a lot of laughs, profound pavement conversation
but there’s sweat and doubt and a eulogy in lyrics and a disconnect in time
all of a sudden, almost the last mile and I fall into the swing of things
i am amazed how long it takes to be alright, to feel more than ok
i am amazed at how much commitment it takes, how many great songs it takes
it is the longest i’ve ever run in my whole life
7-something miles
i sprint the last block
it is, obviously, the espresso shack at saturday’s finish line
new sneakers, new milestones
with triple frothy mocha love.
after a plate of meat, hot shower
daddy and the littlest lady nap the day and the head cold away
betty rose and lucy may create a yoga game
has me stretching for hours
i love when i do what they do and they do what i do.
my ticket out of the house is four cans of soup and two boxes of crackers,
here’s dinner, love you
and i’m off with an island mama pal
for a few hours
i knit, i laugh
i fall for every word of Claire Dederer
who reads from Poser
i so get everything she’s talking about,
how if you admit to a mom at playgroup that you hate doing puzzles
you’re really saying you’re against cognitive development
i get her, so clearly
i laugh and nod so freely
and it’s not just the NW connection
with this seattle mama
or her talk of learning how to mother from being a daughter
or her time at Stuart, my favorite island
she’s witty and brilliant and clever with crisp prose
and not to sound too much like an author groupie,
but she really would have liked
my mama pal and me
still wish we had invited her for a drink
{sigh} she is so lovely.
please, read her book.
saturday night it rains
small woodland creatures
i fall asleep as owls fall on shingles
wake with a vow to
stay in pajamas
step over laundry
knit, watch x-games
for so very long i wish i was on a chairlift
until olive hands me her mixer with a
please, mama?  bread, mama?
Honey and Seed Bread, Mixer-Style
{makes 2 yummy loaves]
1.  pour 3/4 cup warm water into mixer and sprinkle 1 1/2 tablespoons yeast and 1 teaspoon sugar over water’s surface.
2.  once yeast is frothy, add 1 1/2 cups warm milk with 2 tablespoons of softened unsalted butter and 2 tablespoons honey.
3.  combine with paddle then add 2 cups flour, 1 tablespoon salt and 4 tablespoons raw sunflower seeds.  beat hard and until smooth and add about 4 cups flour (1/2 cup at a time) until an uneven dough ball is formed.
4.  use dough hook for an additional 3-5 minutes on varying speed and add 1 tablespoon of olive oil at end to create a spongy ball.
5.  place dough ball in an oiled bowl atop a heating pad set to low for about 2 hours, or until doubled in bulk.
6.  have a child gently punch dough to deflate, then turn out dough on a floured surface.  divide dough into two equal portions, and place in greased pan with seam side down.
7.  beat an egg with 1 tablespoon of water and brush this egg wash onto top of loaf.  let rise atop heating pad, covered with a tea towel.
8.  let rise to rim (about an hour) and preheat oven to 375 degrees twenty minutes before baking.
9.  bake on bottom rack for about 40 minutes, or until loaves sound hollow.  allow to cool on wire rack before slathering with butter.
joining Amanda


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