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Saturday, October 14, 2006

Excerpt Four from Letters to Elisha Hamilton

Today looks bright outdoors. It is trying to trick me, I know, because I saw a mosquito out there earlier, shivering and begging to be let in.

We gave David your old cell phone. I just took his first call for the day. Your little brother is sitting on the couch in the living room, telling me that he is sitting on the couch in the living room while getting Buddy T. Dog ready to go for a walk up to the graveyard.

I just got another call shortly after that one; this time, from a block away.

He remembered that he had forgot to tell me he was walking out the front door.

After he got back, he told me how it went. Buddy had lunged at some huge black dog, one wearing a ferocious-looking spiked collar.

“He was hard to hold back, too. He is strong like you would not believe.”

“Where was the other dog?”

“Behind a fence. You should have heard it whine, dad, and you should have heard the way Buddy growled at him!”

He imitated the sound then, which made Buddy look nervous.

The hummingbird must have took off, since I haven’t seen him flitting around the feeder lately. Probably going down to visit its kin at the Hummingbird Hostel, which is being illegally run by your piddle-man cousin James (who I doubt bothered to obtain a license).

Your mom went out in the back to twist a new corkscrew into the ground, close to the sandbox. Then David took the wire door off the dog’s cage. He used two of those square patio blocks as a base, so now B. T. has a nifty dog house which sits under the garage overhang.

(I forgot to tell you that his collar has the words Cat Killer inscribed on it. I might have more news about that later.)

Ned stopped by last night, so me and him sat around and watched a few Youtubes, and later on, traded a few licks.

On the guitar.

You knew what I meant.

David is taking new “classes” now. One is a 3-story rock/wall-climbing course, which he seems to like. In involves straps and ropes (who would not get excited about that?).

I asked him how it went later, and if anyone had died. He struck a thoughtful pose and said, “Well, I don’t remember Reggie being on the bus on the way back…”

Another thing he signed up for is an outdoor photography clinic. They meet at the park at noon today, and then go out to Marengo ridge for a shoot.

(Above is a hippo he found, plus the tree shadow).

7 Comments:

Blogger Janus Torrell said...

great hippo shot.

5:58 AM  
Anonymous Ned said...

It doess look like a hippo.

The girl has one of those pre-paid cell phones. She calls me and then when I talk she suddenly exclaims "I have to hang up, I can't waste my minutes"! Apparently it is for one-way communication only.

7:37 AM  
Blogger Gone Away said...

The boy shows talent. Encourage him. The hippo, however, looks past its best and probably needs a pool to swim in.

And I'm glad you explained about the licks. There are enough weird pastimes around these days as it is... (oh, that was in the other post. Never mind, I've said it now)

11:38 AM  
Blogger Harry said...

Isn't it, Janus?
Kids see the darndest things.

7:05 PM  
Blogger Harry said...

You make me gladder I dont have girls, Ned.
Not that they aren't nice, but...

7:06 PM  
Blogger Harry said...

He does, and I always do, Gone.
(licks, and the confusions that follow...another blog for another day, eh?)

7:09 PM  
Blogger James said...

Our hummingbird brothel...Um I mean hostel has been empty for week or so due to the Yankee chill previously sent our way. It is now back into the 90's so they may decide to fly backwards once more.

David is choosing some great interests. Nothing like seeing and sharing the world through the eyes of a child!

8:06 PM  

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