Category Archives: friends

portable

portable
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Tuesdays are lunches at home.  I wait for my son.

Moments before the bell rings, the yard is silent.  His portable waits to empty of children.  

He used to race out to the car, a big smile on his face.  Now that he brings a friend home, he and the friend walk slowly, discuss things (wallball?  a recent test?  girls?  SpongeBob?) as they find their way slowly to my car.  

 

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gogos

gogos
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My son has a friend over.  The gogos come out.  They create.

I tell them, after they call me in to see this, they should maybe follow Yoko Ono’s more positive message and spell:  Yes.

Then the armies amass.  

First an array of purple, red, yellow and blue.

Then they are colour-coded:

In the end, they all are sent flying into carnage by a single speedy gogo, whipped with precision.  

The cat watches from the corner of the room.  She likes gogos too.

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summer

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It’s quiet in our neighbourhood come October, lasting through the cold winter and wet spring.  The true sign of summer is friends come calling again.

Hanging out at the swing set.  We’ve told the kids this is the last year for the swing set.  They don’t want to let go.

 

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