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Oct. 24th, 2001 10:08 amHad a dream last night that I was at a house on a lake. My children were there. Tomas in another room with Isadora and I had Rhiannon with me. There was a huge glass window in the room and the water started coming up to the window. . . like waves. Eventually it came all the way past the top of the window. All I could do was stand there and gasp and wonder each time if the window would hold. It did and then Tomas and I took the girls trick or treating.
I had to rescue my favorite old children's book from Rhiannon's crayon yesterday. It's called "Small Pig" and is about a pig who's life is disrupted when the farmer's wife cleans up his mud in a bout of spring cleaning and he has to run away to find a new patch of mud. I tried to use it to explain why I shouldn't have to clean my room when I was young. It was my nature to be a slob. Didn't work. My name is scrawled in the front in cute little block letters. I was probably only 5 or 6 when I wrote it. Rhiannon does not yet seem to appreciate the literary genius that is "Small Pig". She will though... she will.
I had to rescue my favorite old children's book from Rhiannon's crayon yesterday. It's called "Small Pig" and is about a pig who's life is disrupted when the farmer's wife cleans up his mud in a bout of spring cleaning and he has to run away to find a new patch of mud. I tried to use it to explain why I shouldn't have to clean my room when I was young. It was my nature to be a slob. Didn't work. My name is scrawled in the front in cute little block letters. I was probably only 5 or 6 when I wrote it. Rhiannon does not yet seem to appreciate the literary genius that is "Small Pig". She will though... she will.
