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i drag michael with me on an impulse to draw with sidewalk chalk. i am blamed for an old man trying to walk in an out-swinging automatic door. storm clouds almost threaten our mission. ants crawl into my cereal bowl. the final count of artwork is as follows: one mermaid, one karlie, one robert smith, one guitar, one psychedelic keyboard, two misguided attempts at michaels, and two michaels. tell me the results weren't slightly, if not completely, worth it.
it's goodbye to the spouse for a rendezvous at the track. the same boy who hoarded a week's worth of bubble wrap to appease my own childishness brought me my choice of jackets, because he predicted i would get cold and that i'd forget one of my own. (i did.) after the sun disappeared i slipped on the teenage mutant ninja turtles. we found sea horses, dragons, and hippopotami in the clouds. i became convinced that someone was lurking in the cluster of trees just outside the fence, and wanted to leave, but he pulled me back. he told me he would bludgeon anyone that tried to come near me with his shot. (i am strangely flatterend and relieved by this.) the mother called just after midnight and ruined it. we can't seem to say goodnight. we just stand between our cars, thinking of every excuse not to actually get in them.
it's almost sick. how happy each of us is from the other's company.
this afternoon i introduced cate to elton john on vinyl, plastic dinosaurs, and the wonders of torrential rain. she's a chickadee disguised as a little sister.