It’s pouring. And I am, WE ARE, the three of us, myself and my TWO young daughters are here.
We started off the morning with tea and crumpets. V.V. milky honey-laced chai tea for them (which most surprisingly they appear to like) and the regular black leaf variety for me.
Today: an indoor tea party (“can we use the kitty cat cups mamma?”) and perhaps a craft or two. I’m thinking of making this.
The girls are squawking in the living room as I type. Literally. Squawking. Are they playing parrots in there? I’m just glad they can play together. I hear them running up and down the stairs. They’re having fun together. I wonder what it will be like when they start school. They’ve spent the whole summer playing together. Will they be sad that it’s over?
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I went to the library last night. And as I was returning my book I couldn’t help but notice the stacks of books other people had dropped off. It’s like peeking into someone’s underwear drawer. The choices reveal so much about them, don’t they?
Incidentally, I borrowed:
What I returned: “The Good Body,” by Eve Ensler. I wouldn’t really recommend it.
I used to turn my nose at the library. I’m a total bibliophile. I do so love my books, so much so that I couldn’t bring myself to read books that had been thumbed a thousand times over. But, current budgetary restrictions don’t allow me to feed my habit. After all, a good hardcover (none of that paperback crap for me!) costs around $40.00.
What I now appreciate about the library is that it allows you to be non-committal. You didn’t like something? So what. Like the Ensler book I read. It was one I had put on my wishlist, but am now glad I didn’t shell out for it.
Ok. Let’s make fish.
