Muses

When, oh when, does rainy Intercession end?

I’m not a violent person.

But rain-filled days with my children, parents, in a small house and Internet service from 2005 (hence the lack of any blogging or pictures with blogging this week) ~ has driven me there. Or just this side of Albuquerque close.

I sit here trying to write.

My daughter just came in and sitting incredible close ~ asked, “Can I blog?”

I might become violent.

Now, reading the sentences about her coming in…She is trying to correct my sentence structure.

HELP!

She asks…”Can I Twitter?”

No.

“Can I Twitter or can I blog?”

I’m remaining calm.

“Mama ~ are you going to write down everything I say?”

Yes.For I am about to go batty!!!!!!

She reads last sentence. “What does that mean?”

When, oh when does Intercession end?

 She comments on her dry skin.

 What about my drying brain tissue? Is anyone besides me concerned about that?

I’m going to find the lotion and something to drink.

Her parting words to me gesturing lightly to my chin…”Let’s turn that frown upside down.”

Alright ~ that made me less violent for the moment.

           

           

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