"The Heavens, at My Birth, Intended Me for Stardom..."

So, um, eegatland came to see us to-day! She brought her son Mark, who is so sweet it's not even funny, and he played Maria's piano while I blathered at her a lot. He is a very good pianist. <3 And eegatland is just so nice and she signed my copy of The Empty Kingdom and put up with me being an idiot and basically eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. It was SO COOL.

And I, of course, being me, and not being the most aware person in the world, went and told her that No Human Hands to Touch made me hysterical. >_> I told this to Mama later and explained that I felt bad about saying it, because she probably did not want to know that anything she had written made people cry like crazy.

And Mama gave me a long even stare.

And I said, "Well. Not people. Me. I'm not a person."

And Mama said, "Thank you."

Then we went and picked three quarts of blackberries on the gamelands, and as we were driving home with our bounty, Mama was gleefully suggesting we could freeze some for turnovers, and I was gleefully suggesting we could have them with ice cream, and Maria said, without breaking stride for a moment,--

"Nope. We're giving them to the kids."

The kids, the kids. Mama and I looked at each other in confusion. And then we remembered that to-morrow we are going to help out with making food for inner-city kids who cannot afford it; this is a church thing we do yearly.

"Are you sure?" Mama asked, looking at our three quarts of blackberries.

"Yep," Maria said. "Just because they're poor doesn't mean they don't have tastebuds. I've tried that stuff they feed them. I'm making them all raspberry scones."

I am so proud of that girl.

(She got her SAT scores back this week, and they're okay, but they're not great. She looked at them, said "huh", and went back to looking at pictures of garlic online. Then she weeded for three hours. To-day she collared me to look at her baby tomatoes, that are right now about the size of a fingernail. Soon they will be so big they'll hardly fit in the hand. Her turkeys are big and fat and quick, and her chickens are beautiful--their feathers lie perfect on them, they look like jewels in a way, so smooth and sleek. Her peanuts are blooming, her corn is going high, her laundry blows on the line in so many bright colours. Her arms are so strong, she lifts buckets of water to take to her fruit trees with easy grace, she wrestles with her dog in the evenings. Everything she really wants she makes, or she buys for herself with decision; she does nothing uncertainly. When she gets herself something frivolous, she knows she truly wants it.

I love my sister. I love the pride of her accomplishments. I love everything she's done for herself. She is someone to respect. And I am very, very proud of her.)

Also, we had piroshki for supper. ^__________________^

also, Sagramore/Mordred/Gwenhwyfach PWP:

( Beauty )