A parent share tomorrow, to celebrate the kidâ€™s final writing projects. Books theyâ€™ve planned from storyboard to final hard-cover hand sewn copy. Their smiles and their bright pictures and eccentric text placement is something Iâ€™ve been wanting to photograph for a while, so Iâ€™m bringing my camera! I miss mixing my life more: art and teaching and writing. I like when it overlaps.
At home, before dinner, we got the chicken coop floor framed out, Bean following after us with a hammerâ€”using it with flawless form. The sun angled long, and for dinner we had flat bread pizza. Itâ€™s been the third night in a row Bean has gone to sleep super tired by 8, without much cajoling, and slept through the night in his bed until 6 in the morning, when he patters his way into our room. I cannot tell you how utterly thrilled I am about this. I donâ€™t want to jinx it of course.
And a few more paragraphs tonight. Up to ten pages. The story seems to be fitting together in unexpected ways, as though all the jigsaw pieces are speckled with Rorschach prints. Iâ€™m just following along, seeing what I recognize and going with what feels right.
And four things Iâ€™m enjoying that start with A:
Azaleas blooming along the back wall of my house, unexpected. Antinori Vermentino wine: delish with sausages and crusty bread. Aching muscles from hard work. Animal, Vegitable, Miracle by Barbara Kingsolver