A family riding bikes.
A Sunday evening jaunt.
A radio blasting Mariachi.
A memory, eating tacos.
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Starting brings misfortune,
To remain persevering brings good fortune.
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She loves nature, but not bugs.
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How can you find pleasure in a popsicle when your brother is howling in sorrow?
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Even an offer of popcorn could not mitigate the great distress at the privation that was inflicted upon him.
While clearing the table, I finished his last bite of lunch —
a small spoonful of rice and veggies.
I was chewing when he wandered back into the dining room.
He bawled, fell to the floor, and wailed.
His sister strode in to console him.
A pteradactyl swooped down from the sky.
The terrifying dinosaur was befuddled.
Its head was stuck in an ice cream cone.䷾
An Auspicious Beginning,
A turbulent End. -
To her chagrin, the living room was best as a royal wreck.
I came downstairs to a party.
Yesterday’s tower had reassembled into a sea of tables.
The storage bin lids are tabletops on toilet roll legs.
Dora the Dalmation eats straw with Unicorn.
Bear-Bear shares a Rubik’s cube with Violet, an elephant.
George, Adventure, Tiny, Hello Kitty, and Blades chat around their own table.
“Happy Earth Day!”
I add the globe from her desk.䷼䷓
A crane calling in the shade.
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The plastic sacks of salt and starch steadily dimmished then disappeared.
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A tower of creatures dominated the horizon of his long journey home.
Seven floors of stuffed animals are sandwiched between slabs of plastic container lids held up by toilet paper roll columns.
More rolls top the penthouse for an outsized gable.
This pagoda is flanked by a pavilion of paper towel tubes topped with a pink throw pillow.
There’s a party on this puffy roof deck.䷷䷳
Success through smallness
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The baby paunch gradually vanished as he grew enough to see himself.
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I wonder if the landscape rocks appreciated the sudden moisture.
“爸爸后院没有 toilet 我站起来做 peepee”
“Daddy, there’s no toilet in the backyard, I’m going to stand and pee”.
His pants dropped to the ankles, the hip pushed forward and let it fly.
Because we never go out, I worried about his lack of practice in standing urniation.
As with most parenting concerns, it’s a non-issue.
The boy should be less bombastic, but he’s figured out the routine.
They always do.䷀䷍
Flying dragon in the heavens. It furthers one to see the great man.
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The Papermate Flairs were jealous at the return of an old flame.
Stumble across a Pelikan in a box of old papers.
(bought the fountain pen after finishing college.)
Give it a rinse and reload.
(the ink is also two decades old.)
Writes smooth, better than I remembered.
(not the wisest use of $300, but a nice gift from my past self.)
Wonder what he’d think if we crossed paths.
(I’m exactly twice his age.)䷟䷧
It Profits To be Steadfast.
A Destination Profits. -
The plethora of books heightened the pain of losing just one.
Cataclysm!
A few days ago (we surmise), the boy spilled water onto the nightstand and the books below.
By now, several books have dried together.
The old Hagar the Horrible pocket paperback was destroyed. Black mold.
The enormity strikes the boy when he sees the warped covers of his favorite book.
Chicka chicka … BOOM! BOOM!䷫䷠
There is a fish in the tank. No blame.