Yes, I said the little one, these are the things I find in their little ring notebooks, the three below I literally picked up off the floor and, just before I wadded them up, in the interest of this blog, I took a look at them:
I blew it up pretty big here so you could get the full affect. I don't know what that is on the left there; a sea-faring vessel presumably designed by Jules Verne, a sailor (you can tell by his hat), what is obviously a skull and crossbones on the mast, a smiley sun and the ever present spider all sailing in to the red, winter sun, ...on a red sea. A shark swims low in the water. Oh, and I think that is an anachronistic Mayan fertility symbol there on top of the mast. That's just weird.
In the middle there is The Vampire Duck of Doom (under dreidels I think).
And finally there is a round red man barfing. He is armless as well.
In N's defense here, I think these are a couple years old now.
I often wonder what I am doing here in the ether of the web. I suppose I'd like to think something will come of it. I'd like to think it's helping me concentrate on shorter bursts of writing (I tend toward long fiction). I would also like to think I am doing this because I want there to be a bit of a record of some of this stuff. I was thinking about all that today and, out of nowhere, the thought hit me that I would do anything to have this kind of record from my own father. Perhaps that is how I should think of this. It's personal now.
From Marci's '...things you don't expect to hear from the backseat...'
"I did that very goodly."
Why yes, yes you did...
Twelve years ago this journey began. Our twin boys were six and I initially just wrote about the cute stuff they did. In fact, the name of this blog came to be because one day I heard them chanting “ihopeiwinatoaster; ihopeiwinatoaster” over and over in the basement. Time passed, I tried to go a little deeper, say important things. However, those cute boys are at university now and their stories are their own. So, what’s an old blogger to do? Well, I guess that’s what I am trying to find out.
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