while walking home from school…. it’s really damp out. you have to understand, my hair consists of this mop of curls, almost einstein-esque in his later days, but better kept. so I’m trotting along with my bookbag down the mudded-over sidewalk, nodding at sopping knot of them at frequent intervals to keep curls out of my eyes and looking like i’m disagreeing with the little voices in my head. some joan d’arc here.
and now my pants are still all wet…
After unlocking the door, I had to bring this little boxwood christmas tree (you know what boxwood is…) up to chez grandmere as a token of the holiday season (right next door up a now muddy muddy hill) as bidden by the maternal unit. just now mum has called and asked if I would pleasey bring it up and, in response to my already have…, she was quite full of disbelief that I would actually do something that she asked me tooo (” oh! really? wow.”).
But you see, while I was up there, I also got to play with Crispykins, the eccentricly named and eccentric-in-general-but-sweetly- dispositioned kitty. She’s moved past her days of drawing blood while being petted and now begins purring whenever I’m within a 10 foot radius of her. She likes to be rubbed on the tummy and, when I do, purrs at a similar decibel as a rocket taking off. So sweet. Not that I’m a cat person. quite the opposite….but I’ll make an exception for a few.
And now (drumrolllll) I’m to make biscotti. or something like that. Because, the little voices told me so.
