and then our exile

Wellwell. i meant to relate further of TREEISME last night, and of LC-un-swans and a howling coyote embodying a lot of Beyond, but the fallacy of progressism has o'ertaken my will to type, and so we are left with random blown-together. Today-discovery: all the pretty birds! Also: first time ever grocery-shopping with Usman. SaveOnFoods on Baseline. You will know, of course, that on first (and perhaps last as well) glance i am a grae and forbidding figure, visage stern and brow furrow'd, but with Usman--whoa, all these white people smiling at me. No, i shouldn't say that, i'm being fascistic--it's probably just that around him i have no choice but to smile more, being as he is the most beautiful, beautiful child, and everyone around has to respond in kind? Yes. So, many smiles all around.
People think he's my son, you know?

Speaking of, this summer we look for the following; knock me in if you have ideas:
--wooden wagon. le "little red wagon" of popular myth, though it doesn't have to be red.
--metal tricycle.
--wooden tables&chairs (=child-size).

Today: first storm of spring, lots of glorious wind and swirling clouds and the smell of moist earth, and, to top all off, strawberries with chocolate. For tomorrow: trying again to establish some sort of credibility, bidding Brother Bilbo adieu, much mathematics, perhaps the three letters i have been meaning to write for a long time, get around to email-replies, try to hook some people into next Sundae-plans.