If the Daily Chronicles are to reflect the happening of the everyday,
then here’s the truth this post will have no image
I’m still in my pajamas
and I’m belated in my promise of writing every day
This morning it’s the 29th
and I’m packing a lunch at 6:45am
because my son’s father’s refrigerator is empty
and that is who Jeb is with right now

I will drive this morning to go get him
take him to school
Rex’s truck isn’t starting
and then drop him to school in his costume
for the Halloween parade

I’m not complaining
just reeling from October 28
where I was privy to discussion of sacred geometry, photons and DNA
let out such a big cleansing cry my eyes burned all day
talked to Rex about Meher Baba, Jesus Christ and avatars
asked him to tell me his version of our last 7 years
did I remember right?
did he remember being so in love when we made Jeb?

Then off to pay credit card bills
sort mail and drop off other people’s packages
shuttle Jeb to dad’s
buy some pesto and Italian wine
go to the songwriter’s house

Bon fire at sunset
the musicians are gathered in his recording studio
I peek in the door (then turn around and do not enter!)
climb the treehouse
and find a dove sitting on her nest up in the branches
there are 5 guitars tuning into the starlight
and I can strum G, C, Am if the jazz musician calls out the chords 20 times

It rains and we get soaked
then dry by the fire when it passes
I’m the last one there with the songwriter and tired fingertips
and he’s telling me that learning a bar chord,
try a B minor
will change my world

It’s 1am
he lets me look inside the studio
so warm and silent in the walls padded with rugs
takes me to see the 100 year old Steinway
his great joy
but it’s too late for the neighbors to let it play with all it’s sound

Once at home I sleep
and now it’s morning
knowing I have a promise

A post for every day for 40 days
This one is bare
rambling and unedited

It’s October 29 at 7:11am
And the day is on
I’m a little late
giving this offering in the name of being real