Polka-Vortex
A funny thing happened on the way to the Res… It involved a corn palace, some well placed Gliders and some pretty awesome bubble shirts. Zeke was there, as was the doll castle that just couldn’t make it. As you neared the Polka-Vortex, you couldn’t help being drawn in by the single, eligible male singer and all that corn.
“Remember when?”
Remember when we played store, and you worked for me and I gave you 5 days off?
Remember when we went to the river?
Remember last time I had a granola bar when we were coming back from the river?
Remember when?
My mom is drunk.
When a little girls first real communication with you on any given day is, “My mom is drunk,” there just may be a problem.
Let me take care of those for you ma’am.
The beginning end of terror, involved a few sticks being thrown off the bleachers. “I don’t want guns in my house.” “But, a robber might come into your house.” “Well, I still don’t want guns in my house.” Repeat. Two “guns” lay unused behind my house. He comes with a third. “Do you have guns in your house? Real guns?” “Yeah, I have a air-soft gun… any my dad has a machine gun.” “Oh…” He looks over the bleachers and sees the “guns” on the ground. Looking at me, says, “I’ll take care of those for you ma’am.” Jumping to the ground, picking up each stick, breaking them in two and throwing them away.
Grandma’s Chili
Food is a powerful thing. “Do you guys want some food? And a tent? And some blankets?” The only right answer is yes. You have something to give to me. Something worthwhile to offer. Thank you. Blessed beyond words. Amazed beyond belief.
Pretend Robber
A play directed by the kids, mostly. …We are sleeping in our house. Everyone is in their room fast asleep, when I window breaks. It’s a robber. The people in the house wake up. The robber is climbing in the window. I have been shown where the household gun is kept. <<Enter a little editing of the script by Alisa.>> To the robber, “Are you hungry? We have plenty of food. Why don’t you come in the front door and we can eat.” Robber gets down from the window, comes in the front door. We sit down for a midnight snack. Replay scene. This time the kids say, “Are you hungry? We have lots of food. Come on in.”
I’m going to call you.
Please do. Please do. I want to be your friend. I don’t want to use, abuse and leave you like you’ve been left before. We have things to offer to each other. Gifts to bestow, lessons to teach, love to exchange. Call anytime.
Its real. They are real. This is really happening.
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- Isabelle
