Saturday, May 25, 2013

How We Get Up On The Island

Men up and out to go and fish and the women and children slumber on until they don't. 
Owen wakes up and asks for cookies. 
"Oh, Owen. I have made a Cookie Monster out of you."
"Are cookie monsters always hairy?"
"No. Sometimes they look just like you." 
And he falls back asleep but Gibson is awake and I cut up watermelon and Owen wakes up for real and now he wants cheese toast and we all share watermelon and Gibson wants a fork to eat his with. 
It is morning on Dog Island and little boys are in pajamas and we make our way to the porch and then outside and Owen says, "Mer, you have to come out here. The water is so beautiful."
And he is right and I do. 


  1. I think if I were you, I'd be tempted to stay in that paradise. Sweet Jo

  2. I am enjoying these Dog Island posts very, very much.
    Thank you.

  3. He has become Mr. Stand-on-the-edge.


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