tri-x in mamiya 645af pushed a stop. shortcake in a friend's playroom (best playroom ever!)
My brain is an absolute mess.
The kind of mess where you don’t even know where to start. Not that I’ve ever been any good at cleaning. Not that I intend to declutter this cranial disaster. I’m just letting you know, in case you don’t just automatically default to that assumption.
And so besides showing you this (awesome, if I do say so myself) photo, I defer you to Shel. No, really. I want you to seek out The Missing Piece, even if you’ve read it a million times before. And read it. Aloud. And maybe even sing the singing parts.
I like books with lots of big words. But this truly is one of my favorites. I get something different from it every time I read it. Ahem. I mean, read it to the kids.
I love Shel Silverstein. We frequently read poems from Where the Sidewalk Ends. I can’t read The Giving Tree without crying. My kids say “lets read that one that makes Mommy cry!”
ps: I’ll get that hummus recipe to you soon. You’ll never buy hummus again, but you might gain ten pounds from all the tahini it calls for.
Oh shel….we never tire of him. Never.
Okay, I’ll go read it.
Oh, and can I have the hummus recipe too? I hate decluttering — oh, that’s right, I taught you everything you know about cleaning!
this playroom looks so much like the room i just cleaned out – with two foot high walls on the sides and 5 and a half feet max at the apex. as for the mess in the head, sometimes it’s a very good thing to let it all stay. especially if it helps you write posts like you’ve been writing lately. i’m loving them!
I bet this scene is the background for many wonderful childhood memories. Uncle Shelby is the best.