I've got three elephants.

1. One thing I'm not writing about because I've said all I can say.
2. One thing I'm not writing about because I feel like it makes me angrier to talk about it.
3. One thing I'm not writing about because I don't know what I think, and I tend to not discuss feelings until I've made up my mind.

The result of this being that every time I sit down to write, these things are uppermost in my head. Yay.

Squire left for "school in nature" this morning; Friar and I fought last night over who got to make his sandwich for the bus because we totally aren't going to miss him at all.

It is raining and cold again today. The petunias are falling apart.

I do not suggest reading about Harry Harlow's experiments on rhesus monkeys as it opens a very unpleasant door in the brain and continues opening more, and yet you do not learn much that you didn't already know.I suggest that you skip ahead in the thought and just hug some people that you like. I  would hug you right now, if I could.

Comments

[julia@kolo]

Isn't it odd how worrying about missing a kid makes you fight? We did the same thing over postcard writing.

C's school in nature was halfway to Brno, perhaps he's going to the same one! And do you have any idea how the schools decide on their camps?

[tuckova]

Julia- We didn't so much fight as insist on taking on the "burden": "No, you don't have to! I'll do it!" "No, you know you don't like touching pork; I'll do it!"

Which... we never do when it's an actual burden, like the cat box.

I have no idea how they choose the camps. I think there is some thought given to whether the kids are of an age that they are likely to hurl.