Preserving the impermanent, if only for a little while longer.

Monday, January 02, 2006

Meet Tiny Tim...

A few days ago (I think it was December 29th) it snew, or snowed, whichever you prefer. It was a nice heavy, wet snow, excellent for packing...sort of. It was a very weird snow, great for making snowballs, but for some reason it would not stick to itself when it was rolled along the ground. Therefore, I had to awkwardly pack it into small spherish shapes, leaving me with a shorty snowman, maybe two feet tall. You can get a sense of how tall it is from the minidaschund inspecting it. I thought it might be easy to document his life and eventual demise without missing any major stages, because I would see him every day. My son named him Tiny Tim.

Here we've added a combover to completely disintegrate any shreds of dignity he may have remaining.

January 2nd: It's slightly above freezing today, and all the snow that was sitting on the branches over Tiny Tim is melting, raining down a slow mortality. You can see he's already lost his eye to the ravages of global warming, and his mouth is drooping alarmingly, like he had a stroke or something. I fear he's not long for this world...check back for updates, and keep him in your prayers.


Anonymous cookie christine said...

love the combover, but what's that purple thing coming out of his ear?

1/04/2006 03:48:00 PM

Anonymous sideshow bob said...

Oh, that's a tumor...probably what caused his stroke. I told him he needed to get that thing checked, but he kept saying, "It's naht a toomah!" and giggling uncontrollably.

1/04/2006 05:40:00 PM


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