Hulk Can't Draw So Well

So, well, Hulk talks.

It's like his duct tape and bailing wire, his band-aids and crutches, his quill and ink, his fiddle and bow. Mostly that's good, certainly isn't bad.

But just now Hulk is awfully tired, see. The bike pedaling contest practice was good and Hulk even roared and gritted his teeth some and had a Machismo Moment (TM). This resulted in considerable shrinking of the number of bike pedalers pedaling their bikes in the front group of the bike pedaling contest practice. Hulk is sort of relieved because there is a big-n-scary fer serious bike pedaling contest on Saturday and sometimes that sort of thing is a little nervous making.

And Hulk has recently come to appreciate the value of fewer words, at times.

So tonight, Hulk wants to draw a picture. Baby suggested this but she isn't sharing crayons just now. Well to be fair, she isn't here just now either. If she was, Hulk would make her do it. He would also make her a sandwich. That's how we 11, see? No, tonight Baby is at the Southwest cave and Hulk and Piggie are downtown keeping the Eastern borders of our world secure.

Anyway (or anyways, as the kiddies like to say it) Baby says picture tonight and fewer words. So, here goes: (Invisible Harold And The Purple Crayon style)

Imagine a place you love and a person you would love to share it with. Now slap a sunset on that sucker, and make it still and quiet. Maybe a lake in a pine forest, maybe a special boulder on a remote beach somewhere. Got it? OK, now just dig it for a minute. Good.

Now look at your special person, poke them once softly on the nose, giggle, do it again.
Look at each other and say "1, 2, 3!! why?! why not?!" stand up, run around in a lollipop loop, sit down, hold hands and figure out what to have for supper.

It's just like that. That's what we do, all of us. When tensions run high and we forget to love like we ought to, then sometimes we find ourselves poking too hard, maybe poking in the eye if it gets real bad. Tonight we'll keep it right-sized and chuckle ourselves to sleep at the sort of silly animals we are. Silly and privileged to have joy in our lives and folks to share it with. Local and worldwide.

I draw this picture for y'all in purple crayon. Big ups to Harold.

Northeasters among you get out and appreciate your day tomorrow. Snow and slop is a-comin'. Baby&Hulk will be snuggled in front of the laptop watching a documentary, eating popcorn and greasing the bearings of the Li'l Red Wagon for errands on Thursday. Flower pots and a kitchen table are to arrive in the eastern cave this week. Surely there will be stories to tell.

Be the happy kid you wish to see in the world tonight.

-n&c-