Ella is older than Rowan
and wants to watch different things
on television. Eb is a baby, and likes to
push buttons on the remote and act like he is
talking on the telephone. Two is more work
than one and three is more work than two.
The plan Saturday is to take them swimming.
Or wading. In Parker Bayou. Also, I am to take them
to the park and run them silly. Friday Owen and Jean came
with vegetables out of their garden and a mahi mahi from
the seafood store and a cooler full of oysters.
We had a mixed-fry. Fried okra, fried squash,
fried green tomatoes from the Whistle Stop Café.
A black, heirloom tomato. Sliced. In a sauce vinaigrette.
Extra virgin olive oil, sea salt, cracked black pepper and
balsamic vinegar. The yuppie refrigerator has several kinds
of mustard. We are not yuppies. Owen said it looked like
Howard Hughes. He asked if we were keeping jars of urine.
I said, actually, Brenda does keep it, she puts it in her compost,
and I pee off the front steps on my Meyer lemon.
After dark, of course. We recycle coffee grounds,
leftover coffee. American roast, drip grind.
Unbleached paper filters.