Monday, August 24, 2009

Figment

If the child sitting next to me was a figment of my imagination, then I would appear to an observer to be some guy sitting there blowing bubbles and talking to himself. Such sights are not unheard of or even surprising in Austin. This thought occurs to me as I sit there with the boy, and I almost tweet it, but then decide to save it for a post. But about what?

The boy, it turns out, is most likely not a figment. Various bills and messes and irretrievable hours of lost sleep attest to this. We are, the two of us, sitting on the stairs of the deck in the backyard of our house. I'm blowing bubbles and he's sticking his hand in the bubble juice, adding to the mess that he is making of himself. I swear he was mostly clean when we got home, but after digging for Elmo in the dirt of a freshly watered plant, he's caked in grime. It took him all of about 23 seconds to achieve this state. Not his record time, but respectable nonetheless.

This deck is one of my favorite places in the world, the very feature of the house that screamed "You must have me!" when we first laid eyes on this place. I saw visions of backyard grillfests, friends over for parties thrown for no reason at all, lazy afternoon beers, children running wild while grown folks sit around and talk grown folk talk. It's been host to all these things and then some, but with this ridiculous summer we're having, you can't be out here too much during the day. You have to wait until times like now when the sun is descending behind the trees and houses to our west. Then you can do things like sit on the stairs of the deck with a dirty baby boy and blow bubbles.

If I were a wiser man, I would spend more time being grateful for forgettable little moments like this.

5 comments:

thecheekofgod said...

I'd kill for a deck. But to assuage my jealousy, I have a nice front lawn, and comfy chairs to sit in, and a porch light that illuminates the playfulness of my kids. And the bugs.

Great post. Hang onto those memories . . .

Heather said...

I love our deck! We spend hours and hours out there, cold beer in hand, just relaxing.

Great post - and yes - enjoy those moments!!! ;)

sybil law said...

Holmes, that is one cute kid!!!
I often wonder about the memories our kids will have of us. I gonna go ahead and say, "awesome". :)

cIII said...

Palmolive + a little water = awesome bubble stuff.

It also softens hands While you do dishes.

Well done, sir.

Whit said...

Decks were made for beer and kids, two great tastes and all that.