Examinations

The title says it all, don't you think minions?

nice knowing y'all

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not crippled.

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I am no longer crippled.

And it sure is a nice feeling, folks.

Walking and running are nice things to be able to do.

When you can't do them, you realize just how nice they are.

What would I do without my legs?

I might cry without them.

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it's november sixth:

well,

it's the sixth day of november, and i'm already listening to christmas music.

thanks, karen carpenter.

it'll be here before we know it!

that's what i'm hoping at least...

Minions, this, as you may ask, is a Wandering Path. Why is this Wandering Path capitalized, you may ask? Just cuz. Yo. Fate has spoken, and I must follow. Thus are the ways of a minstrel.

autumn

Today, I am a hipster, who likes autumn. Let's go frolic in the deceased foliage, imbibe some brewed leaves, and masticate some pumpkin-infused vittles. Too bad it's already winter where I live. I knew moving to Antarctica was a bad idea. Dang it.

Someday

Someday we'll all come to this house in the summer. We'll cook and consume absurd amounts of delicious food (low country boil: we can't wait to see you again). We'll spend entire days at the beach: getting burnt to a crisp in the southern heat, sweating in places you didn't know you could sweat, and attacking the ocean floor for sand dollars. Calvinski will thrash about in the water like a drowning chicken, and Hariel and I will see how far we can swim out before Mom gets mad. We'll read excellent children's literature on the shore and eat Goldfish. We'll go to Piggly Wiggly in hobo clothing. We'll stay up late watching great Bollywood films. Calvin and I will pretend to go running; in reality, I'll be the only one running. It'll be great. We'll come back home looking more Indian than ever, and everyone will wonder if we have to wear sunscreen. (The answer to that question: eh. If we feel like it.) It'll be wonderful. Just wait.