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.

2 Comments:

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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