Thursday, August 14, 2008

A play house

Our house is beginning to look more and like children live here; and spoiled children at that. LEGO sculptures have taken over the bookshelf in the living room. A cityscape is growing by inches on the mantle. The coffee table is the permanent home of works in progress. I feel like we should import some kids or I should spend more time on my drawings on the fridge. (I don’t really have drawings on the fridge; they hang in my wife’s cubicle at work).

The sad thing is these are not creations that I’m proud to display, only what I’ve built to date. And in channeling my inner packrat, I haven’t cannibalized my early creations just yet. Perhaps, this is to keep me humble. In reality, I just haven’t improved very much so far.

Photo by Nightowl_280

1 comment:

tot_lug said...

Isn't that a great feeling when your whole house becomes a kid's dream-world...yet...you don't even have kids. Stacy and I pride ourselves in having a house like that!