The title of this blog post may make no sense. Hey, it describes the what’s in the photo, does it not? This entertaining creation sits on a table in a local coffee shop.

This particular coffee shop has been through it. I love its tenacity. Its vibes.

But it seems like nearly everywhere is going through it–only without cute dinos and ghosts. If our country is our house, it’s on fire, and there’s very little entertaining about it.

But hey, while we run around trying our best to rescue folks and to douse the flames, sometimes, let’s sit down and make things–fun things, delightful things, solemn things. I’m not the first to say this, obviously. And y’all–there is plenty in my life stressing me out and making me cry. Heartbreak haunts us all eventually. Sigh. But if you were happy non-stop in this chaotic life, you’d probably be a psychopath.

Nonetheless, somebody needs to build weird houses and decorate them with paper ghosts and plastic dinosaurs. Otherwise, what are survivors of the wreckage going to see? Ash? No, y’all. We can’t have that.

So, yes, help put out the fire, sound the alarms, take the harm seriously.

But also…make things. Write stories. Share delight.

Thanks for reading.

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