GRRRRRuesome Couple

In a recent email Zoom asked me, "By the way, the zombie walk was lovely. Was Erratic Genius there this year?"

Last year Zoom walked right up to Erratic Genius and took his picture without recognizing him. Not even when he growled at her, "Brains, brains, brains!"

Yes, Zoom, he was there again this year.

Warning! Picture of pestilent face ahead.

Erratic Genius

Pin-Up Girl

GRRRRruesome Couple

Can you guess what kind of zombies they were?

Erratic Genius Art

Lynn, over at TurtleHead, asked in a comment if the Erratic Genius was still creating art since his sweet Window Garden days.

Yes he is, but it has evolved dramatically...

Window Garden

When I had to stop being a stay-at-home mom, and had to go work in an office, I mentioned to the Erratic Genius that I missed the hours of gardening that I used to indulge in while he and the Word Wizard dug for dinosaur bones, ran through the sprinkler, made mud messes, and entertained me endlessly with stories, laughter, and made-up songs.

Soon after he created a faux stained glass window garden for my office (see picture) - he was only 8 years old.

(Sadly, when my office was relocated to another building, I had to leave the garden behind - the sun had baked it to the glass. Notice the four leaf clover.)

10, 000 Pieces of Lego

What I find the most difficult to get used to, now that my boys are not constantly in my hair; competing vocally in volume for my attention; tangled up in my arms; being read to; tickling, teasing, hugging and kissing me; crying, whining, angering at too much homework; asking repeatedly if supper is ready; practising their swearing skills; dumping 10,000 pieces of Lego on the floor and rustling through them for hours for the right pieces; dragging friends through the front door and out the back door over and over again; slamming the front door, leaving the back door open wide; shouting and running from room to room; gathering weapons, armour, and provisions for the dragon adventure they are plotting; yelling to each other while one is on the toilet and the other is keeping a running commentary on the TV show that they are watching, "What's happening now", "Fuck, you just missed the best part", "Oh, shit, I just need to finish wiping my ass. What's happening now?"; singing dirty nasty Scottish drinking songs; playing Alice Cooper records at maximum volume; and practicing Shakespeare lines loud enough to wake the dead, is the silence.

The Burglar

"Ahh!" I scream in horror, "Erratic Genius, you scared me! Why are you wearing a stocking over your head?"

"I'm pretending I'm a burglar. I figure it will help me pack faster!"

You know, if you look at him from just the right angle, he's almost as cute as Megan's cat in the banana box.

So, yes, the E Genius and I are packing, packing, packing! All that packing has not been conducive to much writing, but soon I will be settled again and posting regularly.

We are leaving our little house in the Woods. It is the beginning of a fabulous adventure - onwards march!

Unfortunately

"What's your in bed fortune Erratic Genius?" I ask as I crack open my fortune cookie. The cookies are served warm at this restaurant. We can't help but wonder if it is because they are stale.

"Don't say in bed, Woodsy, it's just not funny," responds the Erratic Genius chiding me for my ignorance as he lets out a quiet sigh. "Say, except in bed - try it."

Pretty in Pink

"Hey, look, the napkin is folded to look like a shirt," I say to my son.

"Ya, I know I'm trying to put it on!" He replies.

I look up, and the Erratic Genius, who is from the gentle giant breed, is trying to slip on the napkin as if it were a shirt.

Spelling Bee-itch

"Hmmm, how do you spell "miss-quoted?", I mumble to myself.

"Bee-itch," offers the Erratic Genius who's presence I'd forgotten.

"Heh, heh, heh!" He laughs in his evil baritone voice.

It doesn't read funny, but the boy has a gift for timing and delivery.

So, from now on when someone asks me how to spell something, I know I will want to reply, "Bee-itch".

But, coming from me it will just sound crazy old woman, and not hilarious, brilliant young man.