he laughed and took my money

twenty one. it's almost too cold for ice-cream, now, which is probably for the best.

kindermusik classes are off to a good start. saturday was busy and i felt a little overwhelmed. we just need to buck up and not be so lazy on saturdays, anyway.



jude took a thirty minute nap today and woke up grinning. ugh. he's going to be a crab later, will sleep in the car at the wrong times, and be a total crab at church tonight. looking on the bright side, henry is napping perfectly. amazing what sleep will do for everyone.

berio is gone. the fleas are not, however. did they come from the cats? from the yard? did ernie drag them home from secretly flea-bearing people at his workplace? did a student bring them in on white socks, releasing them onto the mashad, never to look back as they jumped from place to place? one will never know. dave is coming friday to rid us of these pests. and the ants in the kitchen, too: their trails from the trash can, across the wall, and through the window will be no more. one can also hope for the spiders in the windows on the sunporch to curl up and die a miserable death by poison. i cannot believe what has to be done before dave can spray. honestly now, does everyone do it all? mortified at the presence of fleas we will spare no expense or exasperation to be flea free. they could charge double and we would pay for it, they could insist we move every stick of furniture from the house and we would do it.

that wriggled and jiggled and tickled inside her . . .