HOOTS

While I was singing a church hymn a cappella in the truck, Princess Pea says, “Oh Lord, please help me, oh Lord, help me. Help me Lord, even though Ma is singing a Lord song.”

I am not so sweet in the mornings… No matter how hard I try, I cannot seem to revert to the - up with a smile and into the great outdoors before 7:00 a.m. - days of my youth. Rainbow Bright has noticed. When I rolled over and found Rainbow Bright there in the camper sleeping space with me and began to insist (as usual) that she find a way shut her little eyes and go back to sleep. Rainbow Bright reached for her Daddy who was leaving us for work and said, “Oh Daddy, I just can’t deal with this mean ‘ol Mama this morning.”

And a good one from me….While Chuck was sweetly admiring my hand and the rings they hold: I said, “These rings feel so strange on my finger…… I mean, I haven’t worn them for 2 ½ months.” Heh heh.

Also....at first I was frustrated with Charley because she insists her lamp be left on when she is going to sleep. It isn’t logical. When she goes to bed (anywhere between 8 and 10) her room is very well lit from the light of the sun. It remains that way throughout most of the night. Then, I realized life would be much simpler if I didn’t choose this senseless battle. This is a shot of her sleeping with the lamp on at 10:00 p.m.

As I am typing at 10:40 p.m. I can hear the neighbor kids (ages 3 and 5) and their bikes' wheels as they play in the street.