Typical Jazz Family - Quick Portrait

She is a pumpkin visitor from the island of flat cakes. You have heard her play the modified bassoon, I assume. She and her half-sister are here for the summer. Slightly obscured behind the drapes. They'll come out when they are comfortable. Later, much later, on. Her brother is there in the corner, standing, playing forward thinking jazz on a boxy plugged-in George Benson type guitar. Nice to hear. Haven't seen him since he was a cracker eating dirt devil. The music sounds nice with the clarinet. Played by a man stiff as plywood. He's the father of the family. Old but looks not terribly old. Still stance, loose playing but not sloppy. Quick notes that all have the right shapes leave his horn and go out to mingle in the air with the round warm tones of the brother. It's perfect cracker and cheese music and drinks. Strong drinks with half a pill dissolved. This family is a jazz family and with that comes the full package: popped water beds, purple pills, Velcro shoes, flags of imaginary countries hanging from the front porch, ant problems, slippery ceilings - you for sure get the picture. It is typical of this generation of jazz family. Sad but happy. And then neither. 1 sister, 1 half sister, one still standing clarinet playing old but not too old dad, and a mother who is on another planet. She's a female astronaut. A bracing beauty with blood as cold and whispering as a Neptune dawn. She's smart, too smart to be a jazz mother. She built her own rocket from chopsticks, toothpicks, and guitar picks. Installed a hamster drink dispenser filled with Mojito mix. She is as cold as a northern bell hit with a cold stick at the end of the day. And she rings long and true through the neighborhood. Like a marble eye in zero G.