Wump finished first grade on Friday, and got her report (which was excellent) and a stipend for being a social and hardworking student. I’ll leave out the unseemly dad-pride and just say she was very happy, and is now enjoying her first summer holiday.
My god-daughter-in-law Karoliina also graduated, getting the famous Finnish hat of graduation. We had a party at the neighbours’ place (get this, she’s our neighbour as well as Mrs. Hatboy’s cousin and her god-daughter) and it was most excellent.
Today, cleaning up. And also Zelda.
I’m not often driven to introspection or reflection, but the question does come up sometimes. The big question. So big, there’s just no containing it within the puny boundaries of a single set of punctuationary bookends.
Who are these mysterious and unsung heroes of obscurity and shadow? What is their origin story? Do they have a prequel trilogy? What are their secret identities? What are their public identities, for that matter? What are their powers? Their abilities? Their haunted pasts and troubled futures? Their modus operandi? Where do they live anyway, and when? What do they do for a living? Do they really have these fantastical adventures, or is it a dazzlingly intellectual and overwrought metaphor? Or is it perhaps a smug and post-modern sort of metaphor? Is it a plain stupid metaphor, hedged around with thick wads of plausible deniability, a soap bubble of illusory plot dependent upon readers who don’t dare question it for fear of looking foolish? A flight of fancy, having dozed off in front of the television during an episode of something suitably spaceship-oriented? Do they have a quest, a handler, a mission statement, a department-level development objective in five stages?
I am Hatboy.
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