palace of winds

I’m drowsing through my morning tea (Hobee’s today; I try to save it for special occasions like Halloween or when I’m feeling crabby or days I eat oatmeal), doing a little work, reading a few websites, and there’s this sort of knocking at our office door. I look over and through the windows running the height of the door I see this guy. This blue guy.

His head’s all blue, his face, his hands, and he’s wearing all black with these black thick-rimmed glasses. When I look over his eyes are wide and he makes some robotic gestures and I laugh, trying to figure out who the hell it is — if it’s just some random passing goofy guy from another office or one of M’s friends — and then he opens the door and I figure it must be the crazy friend of M’s who’d called just a bit ago, only the guy says “Greetings, Earthling!” and I realize it’s my dad.

He came in so I could help him duct-tape his shirt to his blue gloves — and to show me his costume, I’m sure. And it just occured to me that he might’ve stopped at my sister’s work too, and I so hope he did because I think he’d completely trip the kids out. I asked him if my mom knew he’d done it, and he said she’d helped him.

Some days I am so, so tickled by my family.