two fires.

fire, neighbors.....
the furious flames of a roaring, soaring, searing hot,
blazing, barbarian raging daytime fire!
yeah.
you know it's the best part.
the decision was made,
the kindling was stacked in a square,
and the match was lit.
check the teleport:

that's how afternoons get activated.
actually,
i made two fires, yesterday.
yes.
two.
that's right.
i sort of had to, really.
harvest and maple and amber and i did some grilling,
and we needed extra space for potatoes.
hmmm?
that's right- extra space.
i mean,
you can't take up all that griddle area with spuds.
that's just plain dumb.
but,
you can do it to 'em in the primordial elements in the pit of doom.
yeah,
so they go right in the coals, wrapped in foil, campground style.
so expert.
a packet of buttery baby fancies,
and a pouch apiece for sweetly yammed-up orange ones, too.
teleport:

that's fresh right?
a half an hour in the furnace and they're all ready for gettin' munched up so hard.
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the other fire was in the proper fire containment receptacle.
y'know?
yeah.
the big fire goes on the wild lump charcoal pit,
inside the blacksmithy forge i call a grill.
mmhmmm.
teleport:

we had zukes and squash, and asparagus, and brussels, and carrots,
and big muchrooms, and soysages, and corn.
too much is the right amount,
so we got right with out meal,
and we made nice with our makers.
our meal-makers.
c'mon.
sunday is for food, not spirituality.
duh.
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family togetherness is no joke.
in fact,
it takes a whole lot of effort to stay fun all day.
that may even be true for most everybody-
but, when you're me?
(which you may all deeply exhale out in a heavy flood of relief that you aren't)
ugh.
it becomes brutality.
not because these kids aren't rad.
far from it.
all i ever want to do is be around them, honestly.
it's just that i'm SO not fun.
at all.
now,
it's just possible i'm funny, or at least, funny-lookin'-
but i'm NOT fun-
and honestly,
i think i might kinda hate having fun.
real talk.
i love hanging out in the kitchen and cooking,
and making artsy-type projects,
and watching movies, and arguing about which dr.who is the best one (#10)
and talking about books...
but that's nerd-dad stuff.
they don't care about other sh!t, really,
which i guess means THEY aren't fun either?
the pressure to engage in the maximum amount of interactive participation
is dominant in my mind, though.
so,
having family togetherness action in full effect,
in the interest of entertaining my daughters and making the minutes matter more,
takes all the effort i've got just to make things marginally alright.
a whole 'nother day off,
no work, no plans,
and just ourselves to keep us occupied?
no question,
it's good stuff, having all those hours all to our own,
but it gets sandwiched in the center of a hard style.
making it matter,
and making it the best.
that's what we're here for,
and that's we're determined to do.
real life unfolds,
fun or not,
ready or not,
it's all really happening,
and i wouldn't trade it for something else at all;
never quiet, never soft.....