As the sun streams in, I try to put
my girl to bed.
Outside, people in yellow socks
are running around looking for beer.
I don’t mean that metaphorically;
they are actually
running, and they are searching for beer,
and when they find it, they will drink it.
Loudly.
I would honestly rather be right here,
reading Berenstein Bears and
Kureyon No Kurokun.
Which is nice to know, since this
is where I am.

My brother, the potter

April 17, 2011

It’s hard to believe that all this goodness–
mugs and beer both–
started out as dirt.
Then the dirt went to heaven.
(By heaven, of course, I mean
the basement pottery studio
and The Plaid Pantry,
respectively.
Beer comes from The Plaid Pantry, right?)

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