21 APR 26

Dishwater leaking all over the kitchen floor... figure that out later... or they'll never finish morning classes...

Patience on page 53 of her handwritten novella...

Yali preparing paints and brushes to embellish the Big Foot action figure he bought years ago at Art Mart... hands me a detailing brush... “Can you paint his toes black?”... painting Sasquatch toes certainly isn't on my list that morning...

Neither is answering all of Patience's questions during a travel documentary on West Ireland before lunch... “Ireland really doesn't have snakes?” // “Apparently not...” // “What about earthquakes?” // “Not many... and not big ones...” // “I want to live there!” // “Too bad I already called dibs on it!” Yali crows back at her...

“Here Yali... I finished painting your Sasquatch...” // “He's not a Sasquatch... he's a gorilla...” // “Sure... here... his toes are black now...” // “Mom... his name is Bongo... he speaks Italian”...

Patience is now outside pouring cold peppermint tea from a Mason jar back and forth between various strainers to eliminate tea leaves...

...as Yali bursts out into warm sun to fully drench himself in the garden hose... in about three layers of church clothes... navy sweater included...

Almost late for the studio... Puck's head pops through the car window... “If I come with you will you buy me dinner?”... can I even say no to that?...