He says to pick up where I am. So I do, because he says.
Tuesday, February 12, 2013
Daddy sounds positively like a pirate when he sings in the shower.
Getting ready for school this morning, Anna Gette scurried into my room and said,
"Rey-Moose, your room always smells like what I imagine an Israelite room to smell like."
"Yeah," as she spread on lotion. "With all the oils and such. Tootles, Rey." And away she scampered to carry all her portable property to the car. Anna Gette carries more portable property to school with her than anyone I know. Today we made 4 trips to the car loading it down, nook and cranny. As always, she had two coffee cups and two straws and celery by her side.
Chris' text to me yesterday: 'Just wanna say i think you're a swell sister and friend. Let's get a boat and raincoats and wait for the water to rise enough that we can float away into the Hundred Acre Wood."
It's dark and wet and dreary again this morning, but the coffee is perking and the early grey light even has some promise of goodness. I can hear Mama and Daddy laughing in the living room. Daddy's laugh in the morning is more like a great rolling thunder, low and rumbling. He is fitly called Papa Bear.
Last night Dawn stood at the foot of my bed in her usual place, rubbing my feet, the dear soul. It had been a while since I'd been here to take part in this evening ritual of foot rubs and deep thoughts by Dawn.
"Of all my fears when I was a little kid," she said, her long, golden brown hair tumbling over her shoulders and shadowing her bright, sober eyes, "Because, you know, every kid has fears - of all my fears - my greatest fear was growing up. I used to pitch tantrums in Mama's room and scream and kick my legs, I feared it so much. I think I was more afraid of growing up than I was of the dark."
Oh, Childhood, you were a wonder and a terrible thing to leave.
What is it that we fear so much in leaving it? And what is it that we so long for when it's gone?
For days like this Abe says to take it by the horns and make it what you want it to be. 'Roll with the punches or get rolled on', he reminds me of the old adage, 'But in any case, shake off dull sloth, and gird up your loins, kid.'
Dawn is my
Don't ask why if
you don't know.
For answers, please make your reservation for
Thoughts With Dawn.
and someone should answer the Land Line.