failure to thrive.

y'know the last time i played soccer?
eleven years or so ago.
'out of practice' would be an enormous understatement.
'out of shape' seems to fit accurately as well.
'mutant hour old baby gazelle' is just about the perfect description.
lanky, covered in wetness, ungraceful, and prone to accidents.
duders....
good thing there aren't any hyenas or lionesses around.
they'd eat me before i could ever sweep a side bicycle kick.
gooooooooooooooooooal!
a whole family of warrior woodsmen and women,
runnin' in circles around a field?
that's a recipe for tragic consequence.
in fact,
i'm broken, already.
seriously.
i dislodged my kneecap,
and bruised my instep.
i walk like a pirate, now.
bow/peg/dead-legged.
what am i?
a thousand-year-old A*-hole?
man, i sure hope not;
but while i'm limpin' around today,
that may be a point of debate.
ouch.
at least i can rest assured i am not a jocktard fruit-destroyer either.
small relief, maybe, but relief nonetheless.
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the whole dang gang is back under one roof.
harvest and maple and us.
that's so good.
like vitamins.
one last week of summer vacation together.
although it feels like apple-pickin' weather a full month early.
it's cold at night, neighbors.
i'm sayin'.
pajamas are ON.
y'know what'd keep us toasty warm?
yeah.
hot fire.
we got that;
never quiet, never soft.....