Thursday, September 03, 2009

Well And Truly Broken

They have gym class for first graders. They are insane people. It is all I can do to tether him to the planet -- to keep him from rocketing out into space. They will make him stand still, and wait in line for his turn a lot. Anti-activity.

The sun is low this time of year. If you cannot tell the exact time of day and year by looking at a photograph of your house, your design is a failure.

The driveway is 15 hallways. The boles of the great pines shine rust-colored in the eastern light. They are upland trees, but their feet are in the swampwater. They wick up the water filled with minerals and tannins and it colors their trunks. We walk through them like a temple colonnade.

Look right:
Look left:
Something wicked this way comes.

And the little one is gone. The big one is long gone, and dozing in class already. My wife and I go back in the house, our hearts well and truly broken.


Gagdad Bob said...

Arrrgh, matey, yer givin' me chills just thinkin' of how the conspiracy almost made off with my slack. But I bolted from their clutches at the tender age of nine, just as soon as I seen through their diabolical scheme to turn me into one of them zombies, and I ain't looked back since.

Ruth Anne Adams said...

I cannot relate directly; only indirectly.

Petey said...

Hey, if amputated limbs grew back by themselves, even I wouldn't believe in God.

Petey said...

Excuse the shocking non-sequitur. That was obviously intended for Bob's site.

Country Squire said...

Imagine my dismay when I opened the comments section after reading such a bittersweet post ending with “My wife and I go back in the house, our hearts well and truly broken.” only to find pirates discussing being turned into zombies and an atheistic take on limb regeneration.

Petey – that’s why they designed the “deleted by author” button, dude. Geez.

Petey said...

I couldn't agree more, but for some reason, the delete button isn't there. I don't presume to speak for Bob -- who can always be counted on to blurt out something inappropriate -- but I'm guessing he was looking at it from the child's point of view.

Apis Melliflora said...

The bus is indeed a scary place. But I have to say that gym was my school kid's favorite in 1st grade and he's a reader, not a runner.

You and the wife have started a new chapter. Admittedly, the one before was pretty good.