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Tuesday, July 24, 2007 

On winters...

On winters, I have seen these such veritable bags. My uncle would keep them under his arms, and being a fair-minded man, would let his nephews peer into the opened ones, a circumstance that allows the sifting and perusing of secret dirts. They were bags of air, mostly, but some were filled with the dirt and grime from my uncle's last yesterday experience. A no tomorrow is the same as a last yesterday, he would tell us, and we would commit it to memory. When my uncle was gone, typically for good, my eldest brother would hold mock-executions for different incarnations of him. The blue uncle went first, it always did, followed by the red. Neither were accurate representations, but both died convincingly, as played by my next eldest brother and me - respectively. When my brother stood on the bed, a baseball bat became an axe in our minds. A pillowcase draped over the face - the executioner's hood. His teen-aged voice - one of a man much older and angrier. I was trained to make my associations from those formed up to that point in time, so saw a ghost where there was none. When the ghost swung the bat down to the neck, my red uncle eyes bulged and a basketball slyly replaced a severed head rolling on the carpet toward the desk, where it lay underneath until the next uncle death game came. Our brother boomed a hearty laugh at the basketball. A baby chameleon, ready for the climb, sees an obstacle of a kitchen chair. "Excuse Me, while I climb this Pit", it says. And you think it rude. You hurry to tell your siblings of the site of such a rarity. The rudeness you feel is an interjection and true delight is what you experience.

Sometimes if you wanted your brother to, say, stop harassing you, you'd state very calmly the word "Infocom", and he'd understand and retreat to his room where he'd make the G.I. Joe man, after a rigorous and death-defying aerial wrestling match with a viper commando, find the missing part of the special laser weapon in the section of the window sill behind the desk. Because the word has many meanings.

I went North. I saw a pile of leaves on the ground. I picked the leaves up. I checked my inventory. I had a pile of leaves.