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 My mother is a stack of suspense and thriller novels, secretive and intriguing,
Thoughtful and creative, a living encyclopedia of words that make up an infinite list of definitions. An abstract writer, driven into the past, powered by pure unwavering determination. My Father, the average Chinese dad in Ohio, bad tempered and literally the definition of one who opposes women’s rights, not even a drop of literature in his daily life, engulfed by angry bosses and waves of stress, he slouches, a grumpy badger crawling back to his burrow, hibernating all year, ignoring the warning signs of coming out. My friend Jessa, brave, determined and modest, Carries an air of indignant disbelief and sarcasm with her. Her cheeks are slightly puffed by a small amount of baby fat, it’s almost doubtless that her favorite animal is a panda. Munching on bamboo all year, gathering supplies to build herself a fort. Sarah, another friend of mine, tall and delicate, her long cascade of deep brown hair swung over her shoulders, a cat, it’s fur long and sleek, light footed and gentle, striking after only a twitch of the ear, clever and grounded, always knowing, wise in her own way, just like her mother. Aiwen, sometimes known by others as Winnie, is the tallest of all, a great bear looming over everyone, with a surprisingly soft and funny personality layered underneath. An amazing chicken whisperer, she owns eight who bow down low to her, crowing her their queen. I am none of these things. I am wild, free, and bound by wisdom. I am a wood elf, roaming the woods with my bow and arrow hunting for rabbits and deer through the tangle of branches, hopping, sliding, skidding on smooth pebbles on the banks of a peaceful stream. One day I hope the world remains in peace as long as it can, for danger has begun to stir in the dark more fervently.
 There is a giant 10 feet tall
Hair like a briar patch Teeth the size of mayonnaise jars Toenails so long they gouge lines in the sidewalk She searches for a nail clipper Big enough to clip her toenails They’re so long that she trips everywhere she goes-- And you don’t want a tripping giant around! So the people of the village send a gardener with hedge clippers-- But the hedge clippers will not do! The people of the village send a soldier with a sword-- But the sword will not do! Finally the people of the village tell her to dangle her toes in the river —just so-- And the Great Fish will swim up and chomp her nails, mistaking them for something tasty And now the giant has no feet And she is very angry.  Here's the thing:
When you decide to build a new deck, you need to buy all the materials the lumber (composite wood so it lasts longer), cement, deck screws, tools, hangers the list goes on and on Go ahead and have it all delivered, but it can't just sit in a pile in the garage. It won't build itself. So you need to get started and you don't have a lot of experience with this sort of thing which means along the way mistakes will be made angles won't match up and lengths will be mismeasured. There will be splinters and cuts and sometimes you'll drop something on your foot and that really hurts and causes you to swear loudly for which you should apologize later. Invariably you will have to go back and redo something because you'll realize you made a mistake and everything will be wrong if you don't fix it. Sometimes you have to go back to the store because there was something you didn't order in the beginning and had no idea that you would need it later. Invariably. It's a lot of work building a deck but you persevere and when you finish it does not look like you thought it would look, but it is strong and level and lovely to sit on when the weather is nice. And in the winter it will be covered in snow, but underneath all that snow it is still there. And when the snow melts and disappears, it will be a new season but your deck will still be strong and level and lovely to sit on when the weather is nice. You will not regret building it. |
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