03 DEC 25
Yali's sitting on the edge of my bed dressed for an early morning therapy session adjusting the remainder of his wardrobe... mostly a belt and keys attached to his belt loop and a plastic ring on a chain around his neck... and apparently a box on top of his head... to complete the look...
Back out in the kitchen throwing more eggs and sausage into the pan while Yali runs up in full eagerness to show me how big his hands are now... bigger than his own mama's...
Following this exciting news... some mysterious blood drips (real blood this time) on the bathroom tile... no one claims ownership... “Not mine!” // “Not me!”... another Renaissance Christmas playlist to set mood... and Puck clomping down to the treadmill...
...Patience and I are back in the old school basement where Patience's new alpaca earrings are a sensation with Señora P... “Holy SMOKES! Hold the PHONE! What is dangling from your EARS!”...
And I'm busy around the bend and down the hall strapping together Christmas mobiles while briefly supervising a combined class of 27 First Graders tumbling over each other in one big crawling pack of goofiness because there's no outdoor recess today...
Back home once again to the books...
In my absence Yali has found it necessary to cut off both arms of his faux leather bomber jacket for costuming purposes... stapling in the shredded ends for effect... “Uh... Yali...” // “What?”...
A few hours later... following ample distraction including Yali spinning the power drill on repeat for awhile... the kids toss themselves back into the snow where Patience abandons the human-sized seahorse she was crafting yesterday between rounds of eschatological questions... to team up with Yali on other projects...
Blushing rose light of an evening washing into all that chalk blue white of a wintry snowscape...
Patience is back inside after a shower wrapped in bathrobe and towel turban mixing peanut butter and mashed banana and milk and pouring into ice cube trays to make “doggy ice cream” for the stinky beast watching with big dark hopeful doggy eyes... dips my heirloom butter knife into the mixture and holds it out for sampling to her... dog is pleased...
And it's all scraps of cardboard and aluminum foil tape and drawing pencils piñata-ed around the living room into the night... minds exploding with ideas...
