come back in one

pennying again. "come back in one. not one minute, but ONE." i'm pretty sure this means one second but i am purposefully holding this vocabulary word from miles, as he says it a lot on needy nights and i don't want to hear "come back in one second" too many times.

dark with a full moon. there are white christmas lights on the 20-something neighbors' deck that i never noticed before. decorating the dark when night time was more a part of life.

i am feeling a little wierd about being on my computer so much. computer and car. we are interacting so often with our own creations--our houses, streets, electronics,our clothes and fibers and machines and coffee shops and even play structures made of metal and plastic it leaves very little time to do what people did to evolve for most of time--interact with the natural world. there is a big difference, interacting with our own creations. it is kind of incestual. i know i didn't exactly come up with this concept, but i read this idea so long ago i can't remember whose it is. anybody out there know? is there anyone out there? and now for me it has gone a step farther and the thing that i used to crave and require, talk with friends has morphed into writing into the ether. little squiggles and lines black on white emails and blogs. even the phone can be a little painful when some i love are so hopelessly far away. so i am computing. me and my little keys. i know there are big big things going on out there in the world. my friends gradiva and i were talking about the catastrophic future our kids surely will inherit and the wierd apathy that surrounds it. she said her father thought the best defense against global warming would be to build giant reflectors for the sun. should i be up there in the dark gluing mirrors to our roof by moonlight? hammering together my urban garden?

oh no the baby is crying out for me again. mommy. she wants me warm against her in the bed. and i have lots to worry about and say but i will gladly go to keep her company instead.