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Monica Bielanko
A chronicle since 2005 of my marriage & move to Brooklyn in my twenties; becoming a mother in my thirties; moving to Pennsylvania and learning to amicably coparent after divorce in my forties while living 3 doors down from my ex-husband in a small country town.
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Thursday
Oct282010

In Which Our Hero Slays The Dragon

We watch, my daughter and I, as the man with the sword attacks the dragon in our backyard. Sitting at the fire engine red kitchen table, me in a chair, her in a highchair, we watch in awe as the early morning show unfolds. Our warm biscuits and raspberry jam go uneaten as we stare at our kitchen window turned movie screen.

He bravely attacks the dragon with vim and vigor, mightily swinging his sword, tirelessly slashing at the green beast like Russell Crowe in a scene from Gladiator.

Except the sword he courageously wields is a broom, the dragon: a tree. And the man, our hero on this snowy October morning? Serge/Daddy. In pajama pants.

It snowed heavily. When we woke up the tree in our backyard was stooped in pain, mourning the loss of a broken limb. Snow had weighed it down until it snapped and now she hunkered down beneath the heavy blanket, folding into herself like a shy child.

Serge leapt to the rescue, grabbing his weapon and heading out into the cold to relieve the tree of its snowy burden. Occasionally, while doing battle, he pauses to showboat for Violet. This involves fancy fencing footwork and violent broom slashings into the heart of the beast.

His fair maiden had abandoned her buttery breakfast biscuit and claps and giggles in appreciation at his ridiculous grandstanding. This only encourages our hero who increases his already frantic maneuverings while the woman at the table secretly hopes he might slip into the snow. For her own macabre pleasure, of course.

Reader Comments (6)

This is so beautiful, you should save it for the novel you write:

It snowed heavily. When we woke up the tree in our backyard was stooped in pain, mourning the loss of a broken limb. Snow had weighed it down until it snapped and now she hunkered down beneath the heavy blanket, folding into herself like a shy child.

October 28, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterMishell

Awww. I enjoyed that :)

October 28, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterShauna (Fido & Wino)

Sooo loved that monica, the writing and the tree and red table picture.

October 28, 2010 | Unregistered Commentermama

That was cute!

October 28, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterThe Fan Spins On

Roseanne Conner's couch has more fun. Hold onto your afghans!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cO1ALryLj6o

October 28, 2010 | Unregistered Commentergina

Oops...I meant that comment for your last post.! Of course, the view from your kitchen window is more fun and interesting than taking the bumps down a hillside on a sofa.

You will never be without entertainment!

October 30, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterGina

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