Soccer ends...(sob)

Poor Jenna had to get gum surgery today. I think that ranks up there with Kaj's dust. Anyway, she couldn't play against the bantams and had to watch from the sidelines. Please come to the game, Jenna! We'll lose otherwise! Not to mention that with Monica in the Ukraine we may not even have a 'fence sub.

Hm. Well, the attic is underway. The paint is sitting around somewhere in the house. And this afternoon I spent with Emma.

Come on, guys. I can't write if I don't do anything. Well, let me try. Sometimes when you think you're forcing yourself all you're actually doing is breaking open the dam.

Mimic. Mimic me, and I'll do the same for you. I like the way your voice sounds; so smooth against the flatness of the day, like sliced bread -- smooth as the baker's knife (chop chop chop have a nice day). I like the way you can spread it out, and it never seems stretched, but rather grows, flows. The rain drip-drip-dripping into the pail placed under the leaky ceiling: a fond childhood memory. Hmm. I feel badly for my father, packing his life away in a box. My parents do truly sacrifice...everything. Watching the bird flying away into the distance and this is summer. A thick blanket of...what, exactly? Adrenaline. Velocity increased; fortunate among none; black and blue and black and blue and green. Crickets, crickets...chirp chirp chirp. Feeding kofte to the cat. Cok guzel, cok guzel.

When I return from Turkey/Italy, I honestly plan to be out of the house every day. Are there any ski hills open? I feel like snowboarding.

Have fun Monica, and I really hope you're better soon, Jenna.

Brainwave. Neurons connect; an idea is formed. Perfect.