Every evening for the past week we have been going down to the lake to play. The breeze coming off the lake is cooled by the water, so much that it almost feels like Fall as the sun sets, but the heat rising from the sunbaked asphalt dries our suits by the time we reach the car on our way home.
On the curb sits a five foot-high pile of empty fireworks cartons, colorful and littered with tall exclamatories and hazard signs. The head of a black cat, on one box, hisses at us; he is the hero atop the technicolor caricature of a trashpile, much like the head of a lion in a taxidermist shop.
Self Portrait Tuesday
They say some of the best ideas come to you in the shower. You can also belt out great music in the shower. Especially when the kids are in there with you, singing to the tune of “Three Jolly Fishermen:”
We all went to the Ap-ple store,
We all went to the Ap-ple store,
APP-le APP-le store store store,
APP-le APP-le store store store,
We all went to the Ap-ple store.
We bought stuff at the AP-ple store,
We bought stuff at the AP-ple store,
i-Pod i-Pod Pod Pod Pod
i-Pod i-Pod Pod Pod Pod
We bought stuff at the Ap-ple store.
We like things at the Ap-ple store
We like things at the Ap-ple store
POW-er POW-er book book book
POW-er POW-er book book book
We like things at the Ap-ple store
We have stuff from the Ap-ple store
We have stuff from the Ap-ple store
i-Book i-Pod powerbook
Canon camera and games
We have stuff from the Ap-ple store.
By the afternoon, most of the neighborhood kids, who had overheard our singing at the pool, we all making up verses of their own.