Poetry and Pirates In My Bed.

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The last three weeks or so, I've been sharing my bed with a four-yr old and his dad; at first I thought I'd feel crowded sharing my bed with the quintessential lost boys, but it has been absolutely lovely! There are no two people as cuddly in the world, I'm convinced!

So a family has moved into our collective house; a single dad and his four-yr old son. As a few others move out, it is interesting to make this shift from an all-adult environment to a more kid friendly one. Suddenly, we all have to be a bit more conscious of what we say, actions we model, the cleanliness of the house, etc. And we really have to watch the kid; just yesterday he almost poisoned our ducks and chickens by dumping bike lube fluid into the water dishes of the birds! He also stole clothes from Jordi's dresser and threw them in the chicken coop; so he's a overambitious four yr old to be sure. He's also got endless energy it seems; he'll wake up at three in the morning, announcing that he is bored and that he wants to go skating (he and his dad skateboard together.) So having Andrew around is amazing and very stressful at the same time; but for the first time in my life, I'm learning what it truly means to share the responsibilities of child rearing.

I'm also finding a lot of joy in having two new people in my house and often in my bed; poetry and surrealist literature is read to me at night as I fall asleep; when I wake first thing in the morning, I see two blond guys cuddled up together next to me; they wake up and make funny noises at each other; all three of us greet the day laughing on a typical morning.

I must say, I adore all of my housemates; living in a place where we all take turns cooking for each other, dumpstering food for everyone, corralling the chickens and cutting each others hair, sharing bathwater and songs and insights; sometimes it feels too good to be true! This feels like the utopia I've been searching for. A few months ago I asked the Universe for a home with Peter Pan's Lost Boys, now it seems like that is exactly what I've got. With no TV, little money, much unemployment and endless creativity, we are living the life we wish to see for all people, everywhere on earth.

Love ya,
Carrot