you say, ‘morning’

they say, ‘boat ride!’

morning
boat ride
morning
boat ride

i say, ‘ffffrrrreeeezing.’

but i keep that to myself.

ps -
we’re running out of
warm clothes.

recycling smokycampy clothes
is, um, less than desirable.

pps -
i turned to mom yesterday
and asked her how we were
going to get n’s
favorite stripey hoodie clean
after this trip,
as it’s been his constant companion
(think: soot + ashes + dirt + water).

she sheepishly suggested tossing
it in the fire pit as we leave.

but knowing my mom’s
triple-A cleaning rating,
it’ll look better than when
we started.

i’m taking notes,
the dutiful apprentice.