Narrative required.

I have to make up a story for everything, it seems.

For instance, my partner and I drove by the house on Woodhead with the dancing bear topiaries the other night. The bears are usually decorated for whatever holiday is current: Bunny ears for Easter, flags for July 4th, masks and pumpkins for Halloween, and so on. But the bears are currently bare, and I remarked to Lennox that I hoped the kids weren't getting too old for it. I said I would miss the decorations -- and that I really looked forward to them each holiday.

Lennox agreed, but just shook his head as I went on to re-enact an imagined conversation between the mom and the two kids (who appear to be gradeschool aged, as I have seen them in the yard). My performance included the phrases "Seriously lame" and "Do you know how hard it is to be the kid from the 'Bear House,' Mom? The 'Bear House'? This is Montrose, Mom, do you know what a 'bear' is?"

So, you know. I require narrative. And where it is absent, I create it -- from shrubberies, when necessary.