It's fall, so about 2/3 of the light bulbs in this house have suddenly gone out.
I've been going here and there with my little ladder changing bulbs all over the place.
Two bathrooms had gone completely dark, and that was a pain in the neck.
We went to Menards, bought bulbs, ($35!! for light bulbs and a $1.19 package of starters, just in case.)
So, this bathroom off the family room is small and narrow, and I was attempting to adjust new bulbs into a 60 year old light fixture, carefully twisting them in millimeters this way and that, sweating and tweaking.
And THIS PERSON came racing in and shut the door and then started handling everything: the tubes, the packaging, trying to turn on the water, under my arm, between my legs.
It was hot in there, especially with the door shut, and then?
The piece de resistance?
The poopy diaper.
In a hot, little, closed room.
Of course. Why not?
Little funny Girl?
You're an explosion.
Yes, You're an explosion of emotion and energy and with your sister p.j. gone all day at school, and no Sam in the house, it's good you have a big personality and a lot of energy to propel us into action.
Now I'm going to open a window and find the wipes.
p.j. started school last week, and she’s happy to go. She also has a loose tooth, and called my sister yesterday to let her know too.
It’s weird after all these years of her here
with us, to be in our days without her.
We’ll adjust in time, but it’s so quiet around here. She’s such a sunshine, funny observations, self-sufficient
Tonight she was here for a sleep over and of course was
upset when it was time to go to bed—late for her, very late. Still mad, not done playing Barbies, no way!
We can’t be too tired to enjoy tomorrow, Honey!
I rested on Julia’s bed next to her while Julia took a
shower, and she was asleep within one minute, Curious George under her arm, having
angrily turned her back to me.
The light was soft
off the stairway, shadowy pink room, blonde 40’s bedroom furniture that was once
Jay’s grandparents, in the room where p.j.’s mother, Heidi, and Kirsten used to
camp out, which later became Maria’s room and is now Julia’s.
I love this house like an old friend. We fix and repair, and we paint this old
girl, year after year, but this is a good place to be, upstairs in the dark
beside a child I love, listening to the shower and the fan quietly blowing, an
occasional car passing in the busy street out front.
Two little girls were here for lunch today. When the polka dot child cried after her mom left, the other one looked concerned, then climbed up on the couch and hugged us, and patted her on the head. She only cried a minute, and was soon busy playing.
Cousins having lunch on a Friday at Grandma's? (We had fried rice.) Best day of the week.
Big Jay and Maria cooked all evening, making food for the
weekend, and tomorrow approaches.