Ethan: Here have some peanut butter.
Simon: Ohhh boy! I didn’t know this was going to happen today!
Ethan: You like it?
Simon: Hey dad! Mom is reading IT.
And I can feel your energy while you read. Guess what, I don’t like clowns. So, I’m going to sit in here with you. Just keep reading. Psst, feel free to give me some of those chips.
Ethan: Mhm. Ok. Good boy.
Simon: Hey! I like this book. This is exciting! Oh boy, Jeeps and dirt roads! Vroom vroom!
Ahh! Ahh! Ahhh!! Snakes!
Bark bark bark!
Bang! Bang! Bang!
I’m a police dog.
Oh boy. Garbage.
What else is in there?
Ethan: Dude, are you ok?
Dear doggie journal, Ethan is the best driver ever, someday, I hope to drive just like him. He lets me ride with him lots of places. To his friends house, where they just give him lots of treats. And he has to carry it out in a basket with wheels.
To Lawes where we get things like hammers and the screw driver…
This is my favourite place because I get to go inside with him.
Except for his other friends place. Where they give him food for me!
He is super nice to them and they always tell him to have a good day.
Being nice really pays off.
He is so smart. We fix his car a lot too. We put a new headlight in and we put a new airs filter. The old one looked fine to me and smelled amazing! But then I started sneezing, I don’t know why.
Last week he paid it off and was really excited so we took it and gave it a bath. I don’t know what ‘paid off’ means but the car bath is really cool. It’s just a big room and it storms all over your car and then sea monsters with lots of hair attack you and when you come out your car is all clean.
Someday I hope I’m as smart as he is.
He gets sad a lot when his female friend isn’t here. We try and read and walk together on those weeks. And write her lots of letters and then he calls her and talks to her on the phone. I try to make it better by watching Netflix and taking naps.
I don’t think he likes his scent. He’s always cleaning everything.
I like to watch.
And listen to his POD-Kast with him.
Here he comes. It’s nap time. I better go.
She said she played guitar
Not her vagina
It didn’t matter
Her being a woman shouldn’t have anything to do with it
She was of course a feminist
Not against men but definitely a feminist
Think what you want from that
“Women have really had to take it
From the very beginning ”
“Men hate it when you can do something they like
Especially if you can do it better ”
Her mom never tried to be the perfect woman
She was a woman
Who dressed the way she wanted
Jeans and t shirts
She was really before her time
That played a big part she thought
So here she was now
With a guitar
And some paper with words on it
Some ink stains
That make music
Showing how important it is to shed your soul
And if a little girl somewhere wants to play guitar
They should play it
And play it better than all the boys
When I was younger
I played baseball
I wasn’t any good
But I played
The first time I had sunflower seeds
I didn’t know you were meant to spit the shells
(That’s the fun of sunflower seeds. Spit on the ground, spit in a cup, spit on your enemies)
I said, well, they’re ok, kinda crunchy though and scratch your throat.
Because that’s how smart I was. Genius.
I think of this every time I see canned food with a tab saying “pull tab”
My younger self would have needed that. I know this, because I tried stabbing it to death with a knife. I only almost cut myself 18 out of 20 times. Yes, we had can openers but I wanted to be like a pioneer.
Sometimes I wonder what kids do these days
I climbed trees and fell out of them
Breaking limbs on the way down and mistaking them for broken ribs
I ran home and yelled, out of breath, I’ve broke a rib!! I felt it! And heard it snap! Oh no I’m gonna die I just know it!
This of course was just not true
You can’t run like that with a broke rib. You can if someone is serving ribs…
I wonder what kids do these days?
Does anyone run down the aisles on those stools with wheels at the library anymore?
Or wait at the grocery store for the rain machine to come on with thunder over the fresh greens? While pulling all of the coupons from the coupon machine and trying to make purchases with them like they were grocery store dollars.
“Yes ma’am I believe these should cover it.”
Or attempt to checkout the entire set of Nancy Drew at the library? (They won’t let you do that by the way. Five maybe, not 56.)
You have to have these experiences as a child. You have to be able to ask your Librarian for help finding The X Files Book and Scary Stories To Read In The Dark with all of your Nancy Drew and Hardy Boys. Because the Dewey Decimal System and filing cabinets were cool but intimidating.
Now, I don’t know, even if I google it wrong or sideways it finds what I’m looking for.
And it’s all so fast
And yet so far away.
I’m thankful for those librarians
And for those books
Who help curious over dramatic children find what they are looking for and recommend books that they don’t know they will love.