Monthly Archives: July 2015

whole lotta’ love.

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and with the return of the aussies

my band of grandies are back together

all on one continent

in one time and one place

sharing some mischief and one tiny space.

Jake: We’re putting the band back together.
Mr. Fabulous: Forget it. No way.
Elwood: We’re on a mission from God.

(The Blues Brothers)

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last summer’s tiny space

the first time 

they were ever all together 

meeting in one big box.

house connector.

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the aussies have moved back

and the family is reunited

little f

has decided that it would be a good idea

to  connect our houses

so that we will always be close by

and never lose our attachment

so he made up a master plan

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we’ll need the following stuff:

a couple packs of big nails
a couple of pieces of wood
1 new tree plus the tree that’s already there
2 microphones with tubes attached to the end
1 zip line
1 cubby tree house
1 new house and 1 house that’s already here
2 cans of green paint and 1 can of yellow paint (our favorite colors)

1 tube of silicone stuff
2 key rings (keep in the secret key hole)
2 glass squirrel doors for the holes so they don’t steal the keys
1 saw to cut the wood
1 box of bandaids
1 extra first aid kit
2 bags each of nuts and worms and seeds to feed the tree animals
a couple of packs of kit-kats and carmello bars and cadbury chocolates for us

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this is the secret hole where we’ll leave our keys

and always have open access to our houses and hearts.

winning is habit. unfortunately, so is losing. – vince lombardi

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it’s been a week filled with

lots of ‘lost’

and

some measure of ‘found’

lose one

find one

lose another

find something i wasn’t looking for

and didn’t know i was missing

and so it goes

glasses

cell phone

laptop

backup glasses

one earring

one shoe

retracing steps

using the sesame street approach

blending the good news with the bad

searching

crossing fingers

voodoo chanting

all leading to

 mixed results

and

an

acceptance

of this past time

as my way of life

happy

 that at least i know

where my teeth are.

for now.