They spread out a big green sheet on the floor.
Camping pads made the walls.
Dive in!
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departure toward the south
into the verdant void
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A pool in the bedroom where the beds ain’t.
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Who you like?
Are you like mommy or daddy?
I’m like sister!
Really?
You won’t wear socks and spend all day in your underwear!䷧
thunder and rain set in
like roquefort and pears -
Another July 4th
We stood on ladders to watch the fireworks.
But walking was much more flexible.
There were displays to the north, south, and east.
We chased sounds and flashes.
She stayed up till 2215.
One neighbor obliged with a big finale at 2213.
364 days till next year.䷭䷜
one pushes upward by steps
phosphorus lights the sky -
I thought he was the greatest; they were unimpressed.
The alogrithm fed us cover of “Smooth Criminal” on the Chinese guzheng.
That led to the original on the big TV.
She found the music video befuddling.
He fell asleep.䷸䷦
he loses his property and his ax
perseverence brings misfortune -
Opening day of the Cake Cafe!
The playroom is filled with tables surrounded by stuffed animals.
Many more are lined up outside the door.
The Ballad of Pancho Villa fills the room.
A party!
The Cake Cafe also delivers!
A plasma car with hand-drawn signs idles in the foyer parking lot.䷥
thus amid all fellowship
the toys mingle over pastries -
Fortunately we didn’t lose a hard drive this time.
The headphone was tangled up with the axle of his plasma car.
When he pulled away, he pulled the workstation over.
Coincidentally, Windows had an update to install.
A big, long update.䷺䷸
he dissolves his self
no remorse -
Fun is sometimes too much work.
During breakfast we play the Wordle and the New York Times Mini-Crossword.
He often butts in.
This evening, we tried a full size crossword puzzle.
It took 52 minutes.
Fortunately he slept through dinner.䷳䷶
keeping his trunk still
no blame -
Could you end a strange dream dark program?
I dreamt my boy was a robot.
Possibly malevolent.
I cradled his body and felt his soft hair.
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inner truth
pigs and fishes
good fortune -
The made-up word instantly entered their lexicon.
Floof!
A dramatic way to spread the blankets over the kids.
Momma hates it.
Kicks up too much dust.
They love it.
Especially when I whip the blanket down.
A quick floof.
More dust!
The nightly ritual.
After brushing teeth.
Before Mommy’s kisses.䷏䷣
it furthers one to install helpers
and to set armies marching -
Wiping the tables while watching the sink.
He called her to wash dishes together.
She soaped while standing on a stool.
He stood on a blue chair to rinse the dishes.
I stayed on the floor.䷃䷥
one meets a like minded man
with whom one can associate in good faith