The unrestrictive construction of constrictors in shopping cart, and yes, let’s find poisonous bugs.
In celebration of the holiday weekend,his Mum gave him a drawing notebook, one for the road, and he lost himself in it.
Frenetically, methodically constructing narrative illustrations of aliens, backpack-wearing, tree-climbing bad guys,and a constrictor.
The world passed him by,
and he was the sun.
Then we went inside and bought spinach.
PRINCIPIA MATHEMATICA.
Full-on bragging mode coming up: We were discussing mathematics and I asked my son what ONE PLUS ONE is...and guess what?!!
...he ALMOST got it correct!
Not even three years old, and he is already learning how to wildly guess with confidence.
Sniff.
QUESTION.
Sigourney Weaver in Aliens or Linda Hamilton in Terminator?
(No substituting your own mom)
Happy Mom's Day weekend kickoff! Thank goodness for strong women looking out for us.
SOME COMMENTARY.
“I love the forest,”
she said.
”Other people have nicer houses, but we have the best forest.”
Sniff.
MORE COMMENTARY.
“Daddy,”
he asked,
do you want to go look for poisonous bugs with me?”
AND ONE MORE BIT OF COMMENTARY.
“Daddy,”
he asked,
”is it bad to drink pee?”
MOM'S MUSIC.
Mother's Day weekend melody recommendations? Songs only (not albums or artists).
Tom Waits Long Way Home, Nina Simone's Love Me or Leave Me, Mates of State's Like U Crazy, Louis Armstrong & Duke Ellington's It Don't Mean a Thing, Weezer's Don't Let Go,the Knife's You Take my Breath Away, andCarole King's Beautiful are the starting point.
Thanks! Now go take yo mama an iced beverage.
MEOW OF BERUNA.
"Go make yourselves useful in the forest,"
I said.
"Go work. Go build me a fortress."
Construction has commenced, but blades are dull and the distracting siren call of poisonous bugs is strong. I fear my forest dwelling is a distant dream.
SAD.
I don't remember if this was a garage sale or a moving day. There was just so much going on that I don't remember. But I sure miss having my little sister live closer.
So maybe it wasn't a garage sale.