Monday, January 30, 2006

Good communism today!

I did pretty good with communism today! I cleaned the kitchen again, and I even had some time to dust-bust the cracks in the living room couch. That was definitely a different change of pace, since usually the couch is real scratchy to sit on because of everyone always eating meals on there. Then I did my special communism sit-ups and push-ups (Lyle taught me to say "hammer!" when I go up, and "sickle!" when I go down!), and I checked to see if I had arm-pit hair yet! (I don't know why! Sorry if you are reading this!)

I thought it would be fun if I could get the baby do do communism stuff with me, but when I tried to get her attention she crawled over to the VCR and put a breadstick into it. That's not communism! That's anarchy!

Thursday, January 19, 2006


Téodor got this really cool Russia poster! It is from history. It is from "communism"? There is a main guy with a mustache, and beneath him are all kinds of workers raising wrenches and hammers! It looks so cool. It makes me want to march into the kitchen and change how things are done. Maybe I will clean the stove, because it is so gross and greasy! And after that, I will take out the trash, because it's been a few days and there are chicken giblets in there. Communism! It's communism for me, I tell you! It's time for a change!

Communism! I'm all for it!

Sunday, January 01, 2006

Goodbye Franky my son.

Franky stayed up in his nest on the telephone pole all day on Christmas Eve. He didn't even come down on Christmas Day when I went out and sang Jingle Bells to him. I left his present at the bottom of the pole (a bunch of birdseed hardened into the shape of an acorn), and hung his stocking on a little thumbtack. Just like always he didn't look at me and just stood still the whole time. I told him I loved him and went back inside. I know he doesn't like to be bothered by his dad.

A couple days after Christmas some other birds his age started hanging around his nest, and they would sometimes fly around the neighborhood together, and it hurt a little bit to see him playing with them. I guess I was glad he had some happiness though. They would fly over to the top of the walnut tree, and sometimes do little swoops at the lawn from up high, and chase each other. Then they would hang around his nest or sit on the telephone wire together, stuff I could never do with him.

Today when I went outside to make sure he had water in the little white coffee can lid he likes to drink out of, all kinds of birds were sitting up there with Franky. It was maybe ten times as many as before, and they were all looking around and chirping and stretching their wings. Then one took off and started flying in a circle above the nest, and then some more, and pretty soon all the birds but Franky were circling in the air. Little by little their circle got bigger, and then one end of it came loose and they started to fly away like a long ribbon.

When the last birds flew away Franky stretched his wings and jumped into the air to follow them. I'm glad he looked back one last time, because I was waving at him. When I was sure he was too far away to see me anymore I went over to the little space between the shed and the fence and I had a long cry all by myself where nobody could see. It is hard enough to be a dad, I don't want people to make fun of me too.