It doesn't matter that our combined ages are more than two centuries, we have fun.
Years ago we started making up scenes and stories about our stuffed animals. Don't ask why grownups have stuffed animals.
Now, whenever we travel we leave a panorama of some kind for our good friend who comes in to check the mail and water our plants.
Inspired, she recreates a scene for us.
Last time when we went to our Geneva home for two months, Rick recreated Gulliver trapped by the Lilliputians.
When we came back on Sunday, Gulliver was sailing away. He'd escaped. The Lilliputians were watching from shore. Shamrock, the transgender lobster from Boston, was swimming in the sea. Penguin was on the beach. Sherlock's stuffed bone made an anchor for the box boat.
We create, not from mass-produced entertainment, but from the depths of our own minds. Yes, we may use mass produced items, but plumb old boxes, paper, sticks, things that have been used, have been hiding in closets or even found in the trash.
We create to bring a smile to those we love.
We create for the fun of creation.
We create to momentarily put aside the horror of today's world: the genocide, the bombs, the famine, the destruction of another country where two of the three of us were born and the other person lived for years. Where we can't go back without danger of being detained for nothing we've done.
We have so much, by the luck of where we live. Only that. Luck.
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