May 12, 2001 16:39
We are driving by the school yard full of kids right as that song by David Byrne on The End of the World soundtrack begins with all the kids' playground chants. I look in the rearview and ask H.(age 5) if this is art imitating life or life imitating art. He levels me a gaze and coolly says,"Both."
Went to pick strawberries and asparagus(alas,too late for that,::sob::) at the u-pick-em field that we love. I hand the old black woman $4 for our 1/2 gal. of strawberries and smile knowing the irony of a bunch of white folks paying her to pick in her field must amuse her.
As we drove out there I saw a black man dressed in grey holding a yellow spade in one hand,a pot of pink flowers in the other standing looking down at a grave. As I ran that through my head- the colors juxtaposed,how I wanted to describe it to you, I turned to see Riley(age 2) keeping rhythm to Lou Reed on her thigh with a yellow shovel. Two yellow shovels in two seconds-kind of freaked me out for a sec.But he hadn't been burying a person, just planting flowers for them, so I calmed down.
Out of nowhere Holden asked,"Would you dance in the face of danger?" We all shouted, "Yes" all at once.