We all have so much negative space in our lives. Minutes we waste standing in front of a microwave or sitting before the television watching commercials. Nothing painted on the ceiling, nothing hanging on the fridge. Nothing under the table or the bed. Standing at a bus stop, quietly. Waiting in line, quietly.
Living life, quietly.
We think we fill the voids we feel. We may fill it with drink, work, friends, whatever. There's so much negative space that we just can't see. We only notice negative space when something is occupying it. When a roller skate is taking up previously vacant space on the stairs and we trip over it, it's only then that negative space gets recognition.
We are only granted so much time on this world. We aren't allowed to know when the proverbial clock hands will stop moving. We don't know when the final count down will begin but the clock face may still whisper clues:
“Five more times you will visit your grandmother.”
“Eighteen more trips to the park.”
“Nine-hundred-and-seventeen more times you will lock the front door.”
“Fifty-five more cups of coffee at your kitchen table.”
We have so little time and yet, we find the most meaningless ways to kill it. Most people don't even try to kill time in a plucking every picking out balls of lint from clothing, and so on.
However, the Fixer is currently waiting for time to pass.
Upon first glance, several small kittens were crawling around a yard, trying to be the one to sit on Jacob's lap. The chubby, blonde, three year old boy pulled one by the tail, which let out a loud yelp.
Young children are often responsible for ridiculous thinks, such as thinking mythical creatures such as dragons are real. The Fixer can't do much but wait until the child reaches a developmental milestone. Until then, the Fixer will just have to hose down and clean up the damage the occasional fire-breathing dragon accomplishes.
As in today's case, the Fixer was hoping the developmental milestone would be reached within the next five minutes. Dandy lions are no fun to try and keep together, especially when their playful bites can take off a finger. The Fixer kept putting them into a cardboard box but they kept crawling out, increasing the bite marks on his hands.
“Adandelion isn't an actual lion. It's a flower.” The Fixer plucks a dandelion as an example but his words were falling through the boy's ear and crashing into the pavement. The boy takes the dandelion and starts to tear it apart. creative manner. Perfecting cuticles, last little weed out from the garden,
“Why?” “Dandelions grow in the ground.”
“There?” the toddler points to the cement driveway.
“Dandelions can't grow there.”
With that last thought, the Fixer placed the last cub
into the box and knew where he must go now. He must go where the dandelions don't grow.Name: Jacob Wilkins
Location: New Ulm
Think: Dandy. Lions.
Thing: Playful. Biting. Not so Dandy. Lions. Status: fixed pending as is
Comments: Ouch!