As the weeks of blog posting drought turn into months, our house remodel looks to be limping toward its final (month-long?) lap. Apologies, all around. Meanwhile, for you drought-tolerant stalwarts, here are a coupla family-only birthday moments. Since someone turned six this past weekend. [Pending model releases from other party goers/parents thereof, plus the OK to use some fabulous images made by a chum, a coupla more may come down the pike in future days. The LD-vets will know not to bet cash money on this, alas. Still, my own hope continues to spring eternal.]
As a special birthday gift, brother practices making his sister disappear. Doesn’t work.
Much ado
Have I shown you this image before? If not, I should have. It’s vintage, meaning my daughter drew it years ago, so long ago now that I don’t remember when. Yeah, I know, she’s five, bearing down rapidly on six. How can a parent manage to blur so few years? Don’t answer that. Unless you’re inclined to be sympathetic. If you’re going to blur your kid’s years, I think these early ones are strong candidates.
Comedy/tragedy, that’s what I think of when I look at this drawing of hers. Complete with a clutch of muses and Mephistopheleses peering over their shoulders.
That’ll do it, eh? Life, boiled down to its nub. Back/forth back/forth we swing between those two poles, comedy/tragedy. Usually we flutter around the one for way too little, and we’re wrapped around the other for way too long. Or at least that’s how it tends to feel.
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