Empty nesting again

Yesterday the Daughter Person and the Son-In-Law closed on their first house. We're spending today helping them move into their new home and out of our house. We went through Empty Nesting when Daughter Person went off to college. The she and the Son-In-Law to be moved in with us while he finished his degree. Now they're off again. All grown up? We'll return to our regular programming tomorrow or as soon as our old bones and muscles have recovered from today's activities.

autumn leaves, St. Croix River

Photo by J. Harrington

Between loads being transported, we made a quick stop by the Discovery Center in Osceola to check our the Craig Blacklock presentation on his book of photos celebrating the St. Croix River's 50th anniversary as a Wild and Scenic River. Enjoy the photos on his web site.

Parenthesis

By Valerie Mejer Caso

Translated by Forrest Gander

Nothing's in the nest. No needles. No newborn ravens.

Maybe something like night in the deep hollow,

an eggshell planet, cracked in the middle, an empty bowl of soup.

Nothing's in the nest. No thread. No webs of words.

Maybe something like my navel, the eclipse of a magnifying glass.

A slice, mute with regard to its empty depths.

In the nest, nothing. The web unwoven. Dismembered.

In the space, something, yes. A piece of cloth. Sounding like flags

taking wing, a worm in its beak and suddenly, eyes, my eyes

which, cutting across the empty air, direct themselves at something noiseless over there.

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