Wednesday, March 2nd, 2022

There are so many. There is so little.

Mom took eleven boxes of toy vehicles out of the attic.

 

 

 

She brought one box down to the living room.

 

 

 

The glue on the box has deteriorated over several decades. Mom repairs it with glue, tape, and metal rivets.

 

 

 

But I don’t know if we will ever open this box again.

 

 

 

There are so many boxes. There is so little time.

 

 

 

Later, Mom takes a sewing machine from the basement.

 

 

 

She and Iris work on it together, fixing it up.

 

 

 

There are so many sewing machines. There is so little time.

 

 

 

Dad reads a history book to Akiva, one superhero at a time.

 

 

 

Akiva is fascinated by superheroes.

Later, he will want me to make up superhero stories for him like I used to make up monster stories.

But superheroes are complex.

It is the end of monster stories, but I never do make up too many superhero stories.

 

 

 

While I document the action, Dan makes pizza.

They cut the slices real big at the house in Syracuse, but my hands were too full of pizza to document that part.