JOY–as it should have been

…and so m etimes that’s the only way it can be. These are such crazy mixed up times we live in.

These pictures tell the story all by themselves.

Alex. With a crossbow. I don’t know exactly what they look like but I know he usd to have one. I give him a little but of alien 5 character here; he is a person n of superior intelligence.

my son happy and healthy as he oughta have been. I have been working and working and working since about this time last year to apply corrective measures to the traumas in his life and mine.

Me as an 8-year old when I started reading. In the outfit that my mother got me that I hated. I wrote a story about growing up to marry Pepinka the Cricket. I still have the story, that’s how I know. And I played with the black Carpenter Ants on the back patio even though they bit me.

so, Alex could tell he had his work cut out with me.

But, we could have lived happily ever after.

Instead, “REALITY” set in in the most desperate way.