My 6-year-old nephew and I decorated this gingerbread house over the weekend. I asked him to help me make up a story about it. Here’s what he said:
If the whole word was made of gingerbread houses…
Then the whole word would be covered in candy. Everybody would want to eat the buildings. And if it rained the candies might melt. But if it rained candy, then everyone would get sick if they ate it all. But the dentists would love it because everybody would need extra visits for their teeth. If their teeth were covered in candy they would have cavities.
If someone lived in a gingerbread house, they would have chocolate chip furniture. They would have TVs made out of Dots. And their beds would be made out of marshmallows.
If my school was made out of gingerbread then I would eat it all and I would be fat.
Everyone would get sick and never want to eat candy again.
So there you have it.
As you may or may not have noticed, I totally dropped the ball last week. I posted on Monday and then did nothing on Wednesday or Friday. I feel bad about it.
There are a lot of excuses I could give, including 1) my Monday post freaked me out quite a bit so I needed a breather, 2) when I came up from the breather it was Wednesday morning and I was already at work and they frown upon (read: would be ticked if I did some) non-work blogging at the office, 3) I didn’t come up with anything good to write and why force it? and 4) I’m up to my eyeballs in this last round of edits.
All of those things are true, but I promised y’all 3 posts a week and last week I failed. I’m sorry.
To make it up to you I will share this photo of delicious food and write a haiku to go with it:
Do not feel guilty
For macaroni and cheese
If you have some green
My BFF Dianna emailed the recipe for this macaroni and cheese, which is delish. I made it using whole wheat pasta and low-fat versions of the rest of the ingredients, if I could find them. And I figure if I eat broccoli with it, it’s slightly better than if I ate it without broccoli at all. (This is totally untrue. It’s just as bad with the broccoli, but at least I feel better about it.) This is Dianna’s traditional Thanksgiving side dish, so if she wants to share the recipe with all of you, I’ll let her do it in the comments. Thanks, Dianna!
What are y’all having for lunch? Haiku answers, please.
Photo by Helen Montoya Henrichs
They say all the world’s a stage. That makes performers of all the people living in it.
Some people perform for the money, the fame, the accolades, to be tomorrow’s buzz.
Others perform simply for the joy of making the art, and they are equally joyful to do that broke and anonymously.
Both kinds can make a difference.
Those who covet the material things, who think first and foremost of personal gain and dismiss their human connection to others will look at the first kind of performer and feel like their way of thinking is validated. And, I suppose, they are right. But their glory is limited.
Those who covet creation and community, who see art and are inspired to make their own, their only goal being to finish and continue the trend by inspiring more art… and thereby more… and so on… will look at the second kind of performer and realize that their life can be fulfilled by the love of what they do, not what they have. They, too, are right. And their glory is endless.
Because if both performers stood side-by-side on the stage in an auditorium with no audience and were stripped of everything but the performance itself, which do you think will still be able to put on the show?
The show must go on.