Time and His Scooter

I haven't posted since frickin' FEBRUARY?!?

Are you kidding me?

Surely I'd... but I'm certain...but...

Well. Maybe not then. Damn. There's nothing like the cold dose of reality to really bring home one's lack of discipline. Although I have been working, and hard too, I might add. After four-plus years of staying at home, that forty-hour-work-week really snuck up on me. Time has been zinging by. Literally.

As a case in point, I saw him just yesterday, when my son grinned at me with his brand new gaping tooth hole, his head coming to breast-level now, though he's only recently just turned seven. And that's when I saw Time, in my son's big brown eyes, reflected in the depths of them. He was riding a red scooter and waving maliciously with a white hankie embroidered with little clock faces on it. I heard him laugh cruelly as he sped by. I did not feel one iota bad for him when he hit a small rock in the road and flipped head over heels into some shrubbery, either. My son and I sat on the back porch and I read to him while he captured firefly after firefly, watching fascinated as he let them go, their little wing shells hinging upward to let out their true wing panels, their bodies straightening and reaching for any miniscule breeze as they took off like some sort of alien skiff.

Time sat at the edge of the road tending to his boo-boos and my son and I luxuriated in the respite from that mad dash to tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow...

Speaking of the new tooth-hole, I have a funny quote from the wee man.

Uncle Dan: Devin, did you finish all your fruit?

Devin: Yeah, mostly...except for the pineapple.

Uncle Dan: Ahh... (waiting pensively for a possible explanation, seeing Devin working one up.)

Devin: The pineapple gets in my tooth-hole...it really freaks me out.

So don't let the pineapple get in your tooth-hole. I reckon that'd be the moral, if it needed one. I've been saving up a few missives to post on my hugely neglected FAV, which I will try to begin posting at LEAST every other day.

Waggle your fingers at Time for me today, won't you? He may ultimately have the last laugh, but for now, we trip him up as best we can. Going to buy a big bag of rocks this afternoon to scatter in the road...