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To-day is a bit of a mish-mosh of things.
I spent altogether too long doing things while listening to Istanbul (not Constantinople) because it drives Sagramore crazy. This is too fun a discovery. It makes Sagramore absolutely nuts, and it has been stuck in my head all day.
Maria spent to-day looking for things that have washed up during all the flooding. There's a lot of scrap metal we can sell, and she found a pink golf ball as well. The best thing, though, is still certainly the miracle turtles we found Wednesday, the little Russian Doll turtles. There is apparently a bridge up by the covered bridge, that Maria thinks would be nice to have, but hard to move, and so prettily made that it probably belongs to somebody in a more serious way.
Together we all managed to figure out Sunday's New York Times crossword. I hate crosswords because I am so bad at them, and yet I can't stop playing them.
(Daddy is really sick and can't see practically at all. Maria is scared and it's making her angry. I wish we were insured for the surgery and I don't think we are. I wish we had more things to hold onto.)
It seems like we've all started doing the thing I used to, where I would make up something to keep on trying for, no matter how far off or silly it was, so that I wouldn't just give up. Mama keeps saying, when I change jobs, like it's a promise or something.
Maria baked new bread to-day, and the whole house smelled like it. When it was finished I cut off a hot piece and ate it with peanut butter, like a blessing, and felt blessed. I've started a sort of daily ritual of praising my physical self to reassure me, and so in the morning or evening I'm always talking to myself, saying pretty things about my hair or my feet.
I spent altogether too long doing things while listening to Istanbul (not Constantinople) because it drives Sagramore crazy. This is too fun a discovery. It makes Sagramore absolutely nuts, and it has been stuck in my head all day.
Maria spent to-day looking for things that have washed up during all the flooding. There's a lot of scrap metal we can sell, and she found a pink golf ball as well. The best thing, though, is still certainly the miracle turtles we found Wednesday, the little Russian Doll turtles. There is apparently a bridge up by the covered bridge, that Maria thinks would be nice to have, but hard to move, and so prettily made that it probably belongs to somebody in a more serious way.
Together we all managed to figure out Sunday's New York Times crossword. I hate crosswords because I am so bad at them, and yet I can't stop playing them.
(Daddy is really sick and can't see practically at all. Maria is scared and it's making her angry. I wish we were insured for the surgery and I don't think we are. I wish we had more things to hold onto.)
It seems like we've all started doing the thing I used to, where I would make up something to keep on trying for, no matter how far off or silly it was, so that I wouldn't just give up. Mama keeps saying, when I change jobs, like it's a promise or something.
Maria baked new bread to-day, and the whole house smelled like it. When it was finished I cut off a hot piece and ate it with peanut butter, like a blessing, and felt blessed. I've started a sort of daily ritual of praising my physical self to reassure me, and so in the morning or evening I'm always talking to myself, saying pretty things about my hair or my feet.
