It Wasn't Supposed to Be Like This

The little kid roared by again like a rocket ship rounding the sun. Which, in turn, was like a slingshot, slinging a rock around and around and around at seemingly impossible speeds. Which was like nothing he'd ever seen, since he'd had a sheltered childhood and wasn't allowed to watch television programs and so missed out on all the sci-fi space programs on that fine little glass and plastic box. Nor was he allowed a slingshot, since his mother was worried he'd poke an eye out, either his own or hers. His father was worried, too, or at least appeared worried. His father, to be honest, was more worried he would get a slingshot, since he, himself, wasn't allowed a slingshot as a kid, and had no idea how to work one, should his son ever come up to him, seeking help on better slingshot techniques, or showing off a tiger he'd killed with the slingshot. Not that there were tigers nearby. Which would worry his father even more. It was all a big worry.


So this guy just stood there, watching in awe, as the kid roared around again, and imagined flames like a tiger's stripes leaping from the kid's outstretched arms.



disclaimer:

I would have commissioned a movie review this week... or done one myself, but, the truth is, we haven't been to see a film in months. Years, it feels like. But I'd be lying, unless I were on Mercury, and if I could tell you, off the top of my head, how many years would have passed since we've seen a film on Mercurian time I would either be in an entirely different profession or my child would be a couple of years older and I'd just have finished sticking glow in the dark stars on his ceiling exactly in the relative positions they are in the night sky, perhaps on the night of his birthday, on his request/demand.

But I'm not. So we'll stick with months that feel like years. Do they still make popcorn at them? How about the half-time marshmallow roast?

This week's issue is short and sweet, and not about movies, because this has been one hectic week or two. Hard to believe it's only two. But there you go. Two weeks since we're back in New England, licking maple syrup off the trees and tipping over cows.

And absolutely no tigers, anywhere.


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I miss it.
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