an early evening of wine, dishes, homework, mandolin, gymnastics, child
chattering, animal feeding, window breezes, dirty floors, messy table…
all covered with a tender, tender fresh air interview with maurice sendak.

i’m a happy old man and i will cry my way all the way to the grave.

he was weepy and claimed not to believe in anything but now.  
he says to live to the fullest and treasure these moments.  

okay.