I have been cleaning. I should be studying but what happened instead? The cleaning needed to happen. And now it all needs vacuumed again because the dust settles back down. The hairy cat acts so insulted that I run that thing, and it's mostly her fault anyway.
I found also a blog that leads me to wish for a large wooden truck and nomadic tendencies. The woman has precise iconic paintings, done minutely with great patience. . . http://intothehermitage.blogspot.com/
A flock of geese honked past my window a while ago, voices clashing with the sound of little boys hollering. Fall is a nice time to live in a treehouse because for miles around the trees begin to defoliate, improving the view. All winter from my octogon shaped living room, far and wide the city lights may be admired.
The people across the street are stringing up lights to draw yet more attention to their already attention-getting wreckage.
A boy is pounding up the stairs to whine about his sibling.
Time to start studying for real, because in an hour they'll be in for the night.
Sisters, I don't have any pictures of us on Halloween, and I know once we got big enough we made amazing costumes. Do you have any?
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