Today's postcard is going out to Young Friend, the youngest child of Friend In Need of Pseudonym. It appears to read: Hi YOung Friend, I MiSS YOU. I BiG GOing To SCHL. I EM OLDR THiG YOU. Curious Girl. Had I a scanner I could more easily capture the layout--the lines slope down on the card, and the THig is right next to SCHL.
For those used to reading more conventional spelling: the two middle sentences are "I been going to school" (after I prompted her, "Tell him something you've been doing lately.") and then "I am older than you" (after she said, "It was his birthday. Is he 5?" and we talked about how no, he is 6 now, but her birthday came first so she is older.")
What passes for news in your houses this morning?
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Um, a giant compost blowout. You don't want the details, but I've already changed my shirt.
Well, it's night now, but I guess tonight's news is ice cream tastes good but hurts teeth with relatively new fillings. Because I am a nincompoop.
Or if you prefer that old morning news: I drove my daughter to school in my pajamas when her walking buddy backed out, but I did NOT have curlers in my hair.
The breaking news at our house is that we re-arranged the living room furniture, and MG hates the new setup with a passion.
With leaves us singing yet another round of "Do we Put this Up for Discussion, or Pull Parental Rank?" Feel free to join in on the chorus, which I'm sure includes the line "Whining and crying will terminate negotiations!"
Ah, the joys of moving. CG had a full-out tantrum the other day when she noticed that we had moved the dining room sideboard from one wall to another (just to make room for Politica to paint the window frames, not even a permanent move, but the tantrum prevented any discussion of this.)
Send me the sheet music and Politica and I will start practicing!
(s., I have to say, compost must be in the air today. Jon is out digging in our pile as we speak.)
What else? A little cleaning, a little dusting, a little playing outside, a little bread-baking, to a friend's house to see their sukkah and have dinner later . . .
Um...Colin Powell's endorsement made a difference to some fence-sitters I talked to today. Is that too newsy?
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