I mean, the table I designed all those years ago by making a little one out of wood scraps and giving that to the carpenter is still working, we still eat breakfast on it every morning. And we still love each other most days. And you like that we have five different kinds of daffodils blooming in the flower bed in front of the house, and that makes me happy because I planted them last autumn in the hope that you would see them and smile this spring, and here you are, smiling. And the little one’s across the street in her pyjamas and house slippers, stealing dandelions from the neighbor for the tortoise, who’s out in the flowerbed. Jesus I hope she doesn’t get hit by a distracted commuter on her way back across the street. We could use a new welcome mat, all the nubbins are starting to break off. And the front steps, largely concrete with slate over them, are still settling and now there’s a half-inch gap between them and the house I’ll eventually have to figure out how to fill with something sometime. And the cars need to be washed, and my tank’s empty. But the weather is warm and the forsythia is blooming and the new flowerbed in back of the house is looking good. And Gamma made it back across the street and I got two braids into her hair without too much screaming.
As long as you have a good lawnmower, the zombies aren’t that much of a bother. The cleaning afterward can be tedious though.
“nothing is plumb, level, or square.”
By Christ I am no carpenter.
well. if all fails with the table, you can rest assured that you have an emergency supply of firewood in the kitchen.
by carpenter I am no christ.
*you* braid the hair? respect. I recently discovered that tiny tight braids make a good barrette substitute if you pull them toward the back of the head while braiding. those nice new ouchless elastics are groovy, also.
I *also* braid the hair. I did two pigtail-type braids starting high up on the head this morning (this is on my daughter, not me) and Gamma tonight modified that into sort of a Japanese manga/popstar look with lots of barrettes and clips. I am fond of French braids and sort of a Bavarian/Princess Leia thing I do, starting a braid in front and continuing it along towards the back, tight to the head, and down to the neck and beyond as regular braids (Gamma has very long hair).
And, yes, nothing worse than getting zombie out from under the lawnmower. Worse than wet grass.
what I like even more is ‘horn’ twists. but the Jellybean would never let me ‘do’ them to her, alas. somehow it never occurs to me to do them myself, though I believe my hair is long enough …
Now six different kinds of daffodils, or even seven. Not sure.
Zombie? I’ve missed something.
Just yesterday, no joke, I was with an old buddy who says his pet tortoise “Doorstop” loves dandelions more than anything in the world. Amazing coincidence.
Wow, so I’m not the only person haunted by those freaking zombies. I thought I was going crazy for a minute there.
Mig, here’s your Zombie Attack Survival Guide: http://www.kuro5hin.org/story/2005/4/18/153047/155
Good luck! See you at the Wal-Mart.