They are everywhere.
They won’t go back in.
All this squish and wiggle…
I grab one, and three escape.
They cannot be swept, and now I must hide this ruined broom.
I would let it all go,
except for the others who will blame me.
They will frown upon me.
Even in my confidence, they will hold their scorn,
but roll their eyes to each other when I look away.
They will complain about the mess, the slime,
the sound of stickiness.
I did something very natural;
the blame should not be at my feet, glistening as they are, with shiny trails.
The fault is his who came before me.
Who in their right mind would put worms in a can?
“There is something very Pacific…” Prairie
“…You’re being a skomach!” Rachel(not a typo)
“… something about taking a doctor’s pulse and then sniffing it?” Rachel
“Now you know what it’s like to be besqozen!” Sidney
“Yes, but I don’t dig my wrists like eeee!” Rachel
“Did you just compare my fish burp to Gwyneth Paltrow?” Sidney
“They’re bootless boot verbs.” Lincoln
“Just think nature, Prairie.” Rachel
“I love the smell of toasted Calvinist.” Sidney
“Awww, she’s so sweet when she’s not trying to bite me!” Rachel
“Twilight was screaming for Daffodil, who was having trouble with Will and his oranges.” Rachel
“…so I wrapped it in elephants!” Lincoln
Prairie wrote a book, spent her whole summer revising the book, “hired” an editor (her mama), and is now a published author.
The Lost Diamond is an adventure book aimed at readers 6 to 12 year olds, though at 46 yo, I laughed until I cried in places. Some parts are just best read aloud. Prairie is already talking about writing the sequel, but that may have to wait until next summer. Book writing is a lot of work! She earns a whopping $1.02 from every book sold. Fortunately, she still lives at home with her parents while she accumulates her writing fortune.
Prairie plays her violin and Lincoln, his cello with the choir at Grace Episcopal Church. This challenge was presented to the kids by our wise choir director who somehow manages to cajole people into extending themselves to do things they’ve never done before. For Prairie, that involved a lot of note reading and coordinating her music with a cello, piano and choir. For Lincoln, it meant composing a cello part where none existed. Kudos to Nancy for her vision and her way with people.
Sidney appears twice in this commercial along with friends and people he knew in Memphis.
We are learning to do this with monsters named Cancer and Genetic Mutation hovering in the background.
Their monstrosity shrinks and they lose power when we play together.
Or engage in contemplative thoughts, like “Can I really suction my face into a drinking glass?”
Or start a project like CLEAN OUT DAD’s WORKSHOP.
And achieve success by clearing one corner to work
A fluffy puppy soothes and calms
And stands guard while we sleep
At his insistence, Sidney kept half his thyroid. The half the doctors took out shows no cancer. Rachel’s thyroid biopsy is free and clear.
We are thankful for so much.
from Prairie’s Violin Recital.
Sid suggested that I make a highlight clip from Prairie’s half hour recital for those rare people who don’t have the time or inclination to listen to a 30 minute recital.
So, we highlighted Devil’s Dream, not because it is her best song. It is not. Not because she plays it flawlessly. She doesn’t. But because it is fun, makes us happy and because we can see our shy girl is breaking out and shining her quirky, fun personality in her own quiet way, even when she is scared. Play on, brave girl.