“Would you like some more of the sinfully-rich chocolate chip cookies I just baked?”
“No! Give me broccolli!”
“Wait a minute, we seem to have it backwards…”
The small one noticed it was sunny outdoors and wanted fresh air, although the next town over was mentioned on the radio this morning as one of the three coldest in Austria today. I swang her on the swing, although the ropes are rotting. She climbed onto the bench swing and I swang her on that, until I had to hold the swingset down with one foot as she reached horizontal.
Then she went over to the wheelbarrow, waited until I had cleaned out the spiders and clambered in for a ride around the yard. Around and around. Then what did we do. Identify and count flowers. Crocus and snowdrops in bloom, daffodils just ready to explode. Reticent tulips not at all sure about this blossoming thing. Sprouts of perennial helianthus. Other shit.
I read her stories. She solved jigsaw puzzles as I read “Me talk pretty one day” by David Sedaris. When I paused briefly to wipe tears off the insides of my glasses she asked me what was so funny. “I’ll let you read it when you’re 12,” I said.
I haven’t read that one yet. I’ve picked it up in the bookstore dozens of times only to set it back down for some reason. Maybe I’ll get lucky and find it at the library when I go back next week.
what a handsome bug!
not as handsome as THE bug, of COURSE.
That bug is freaking me out a little bit, Mig. It’s cool, but disturbing. Maybe that was the look you were going for. :-)
And to think he wants rid of it too…
The insect title image is by D of http://www.acerbia.com fame, folks. Thanks for the disturbing insect, D.
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I know you love to read, but you should try listing to some of his books on tape. His delivery of the stories is truely hysterical.
i’ll look for that. he happens to have a story in that book about listening to books on tape, in which he asks the question, “if someone who reads books a lot is a bookworm, what do you call someone who listens to a lot of books on tape?”
that book, btw, was recommended to my by my father’s aunt, a nice little old lady in her eighties. she described it as a “belly laugh”.
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No, of course not, dude. Totally appropriate. Thanks for asking!
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