Sunday October 16th, 2016

The exercise:

Write about: the enclosure.

Chopped and hauled firewood for the first time this fall with Max this afternoon. The fireplace is currently home to a lovely fire while outside a chilly rain is falling.

I am not mentally prepared for this. It's only mid-October. We've still got ten days until my birthday, for crying out loud!

Anyway. Hopefully the sun will come for a visit at least a few times this week. That would be nice.

Mine:

"Errrrrr... kish. The crane is in position. Crew is standing by. Lower hook... now. Keep it coming. Keep it coming. A little more... a little more... and stop!"

"Honey?"

"Package secured... bring her up! That's it... okay, swing it to the left. A bit more. Perfect! All right, lower away!"

"Honey."

"Here we go, the elephant is being lowered into the baby enclosure. It spins slowly as it nears the wide-eyed baby. Oh lord, he looks excited! I can't watch! Oh no, the baby has the elephant in his jaws! It's a bloodbath! The carnage is stomach turning! It's like the elephant is in a butcher shop run by a violent lunatic!"

"Honey, I thought we had agreed that you wouldn't talk like that in front of the baby."

"Oh come on, Maria! Look at him laugh! He loves it!"

"No more playing like that or I'm taking the blue elephant chew toy away from the both of you."