Wednesday, January 18, 2006

I love boxes. Max loves boxes.
We love that a box can be anything the imagination wants it to be. Max's box is a rocket ship and inside he has his pillow and red blanket for "rough landings."

Maria loves boxes too.
She likes to open and shut the door on Max's viewport.

Geoff asked me to call Bob today and get him to agree on our move out date. I kept thinking we had until October, but Geoff reminded me that last month Bob said they want to start their remodel in 8 months, which means July or August, right? You may be thinking that summer is a long way off and that we have plenty of time. I know better than to underestimate the swift passage of time. July will be here soon, trust me. Picture me looking a little stunned, making gagging, pitiful little sputters of shock and confusion... I need a plan. I need a destiny. I need the big picture, blue prints, flow charts, maps. I need a big box, some tape and magic markers. I'll make a boat, or a yacht, or a barn with a hay loft and a swing hung from the rafters. Each stall of the barn could be layed out as a room and we could open up the barn doors to let in the morning. We'll live all together with cutout windows and a clawfoot tub, a woodburning stove will keep us warm at night, and we can lay awake listening to the barn owl call to his love and the moon.

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