It’s Sunday. I write a little ahead,
so I don’t get behind. I remember when I had
a job to go to Monday morning, unless it was
a holiday. We watch what the kids want to watch
on television, so we don’t see the news shows.
Ella asked to play a game on my computer.
I booted up and gave her the Google screen
(my home page), and she typed in the name of the game
she wanted. She will be in the second grade next month.
Rowan came in the living room where I was reading
and said, “It’s not loading.” I said, “We have a dial-up modem,
and it is slow. You have high-speed Internet at your house.”
He said, “Oh.” He understood. He’ll be four in August.
Eb is a baby. He says, “Mine,” and dials the telephone.
Their folks are coming to get them Monday morning.