Emma and Too Many Toys
I drew the curtains in her closet. Long ago, she had fought an epic battle against the sliding doors and won.
Monsters can no more breach a curtain than a door.
I closed her dressing drawers shut. The contents of her morning pillage threatening to spill clothing; a Crayola factory run by a mad hatter.
We opened the new book, first drawing in a deep breath of freshly minted pulp, then proclaiming that this was indeed, written by our mutually favorite author, David Shannon and his latest offering since No David No.
Shannon's work is only surpassed by the great David Pilkey, author of Captain Underpants.
But everyone already knows that.
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excellent. poitry at the Dallas household. excellent.
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ReplyDeleteShe found that the memory foam mattress defied gravity better on the floor than the box springs. So as is our new custom, I lay/lie/lye/l-eye down beside her and she tells me the drama that all 12 year old girls endure daily.
I'm informed about who is wearing skinny jeans, cuts themselves, what so-and-so said about what's-her-name.
All this while she bounces the volleyball off the wall.
We both tell her mom to STFU when she yells at us to stop the noise.
The Bath
It was my every-other-night for shaving.
[INTERLUDE] It just occurred to me that my 2 fish are "Beta Fish." Not Angels by any means.
I used a fresh razor - Gilette Mach 5, aside from a German made straight razor, this is the very best. A small cut on my scalp looked like I lost the fight at Wounded Knee. I wished that I had my camera nearby because there was something very engaging about the light on the bright red blood. Contrary to the cinemadramtic, it wasn't bloodlust; it was the accidental composition that fell in place.
Stainless Steel
The ice maker drops an avalanche of crunchies periodically. It dispenses stock every now and then at night to let me know I am not alone.
As much as I love real German beer, a sweet pilsner, served at room temperature, I never understood why Europeans were OK drinking a warm soda.
Flamenco/Sevillana
I was inclined to listen to an all-time favorite, Baila Me by The Gipsy Kings. On a whim, I went to YouTube to see if they had a video. They did. It's low quality and from the early 90's. I was rewarded with a few splashes of Flamenco line dance and a real hot Latina riding a motorcycle across the sage desert.
What I see Out My WIndow
My neighbors second story has always blocked any potential view from the window of my home office. Probably for fear of the Boogeyman, the one who was exorcized from Emma's closet. They have always kept a light on in their master bathroom. I keep the blinds drawn because I don't share images of naked women with just anybody.
Aural
The house fan is running wild. The river delta breeze kicks in towards the witching hour. The house fan exhales the days hot air and inhales the fresh and cool.
Tilt/Shift
A Lego head shares it's circumference with me; it's a timer. Like a different kind of Matryoshka, the face rotates thru 4 nested emotions until it reaches its own meridian.
Lucy
She's watching the blinking cursor; predator and digital fly. Her motor is running. She spreads her polydactyl paws across an external hard drive. This is one of 4 waking hours that the average cat is awake for; she shares her temporal space with me as well as the chair.
I think you need to keep this lil feller in tact. It's all front page to me. Just sayin'.
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