Streastfull

When I got home from picking Eli up from baseball practice, Kai was walking around handing out rolled up pieces of paper, letters she'd written on behalf of family members to other family members. Here are a few of them:

Dear Hugh,

Work these days is very streastfull, and having Taavi sleep in our bed is even worse. So I'll be trying to work at home, but I'll need a little help getting Taavi to stop trying to sleep in our bed.

P.S. I Love You Honey.

Sincereley,

Beth

Dear Beth,

I'm so sorry work is so streastfull. I've been having a hard time too. There's lots of partys coming up and it's hard to find time to plan, but it's good to have 2 people so we can help each other do the things we both need to do.

Love,

Hugh

Dear Mummy,

I know my birthday is coming up soon and so is my party. But I want to have a slumber party, a family party and a friend party, and I don't want to have a party on the same day as Eli! What should I do?

Love,
Kai

Something in the way she moves

On the remastered Abbey Road, every note is clear, and the sad ones are piercing. I'm parked outside 33 Revolutions Cafe in the Granny-mobile (I've never had a car of my own, not really), listening.

It's cloudy and the wind is kicking up. There's a mannequin on the sidewalk, propped against a slim tree trunk. The wind whips at the fringes of her black witch dress, blows her green hair, ruffles the brim of her hat.

She's unperturbed, gazing at the lead-gray sky, never blinking.

~ 86 words ~

Why so quiet?

You: Hmm. I wonder why Beth is neglecting this blog...

Me: Oh, geez. I know! It sucks. It's because of this stupid, my stupid... I'm trying to... UGH!

Growing my hair

Word Count Wednesday
I’m growing my hair out.

Not my hair in general, but specific hairs: the white ones I’ve been plucking for the past three years. A friend once told me his wife was going white gracefully, so I felt guilty and vulgar every time I went for the tweezers. But back when the whites were few and far between, each one seemed wrong and out of place, like a crazy-long eyebrow hair. They had to go.

There are a lot of them now, though, so I’m letting them be.

It’s hard.

I’ll let you know when it starts to feel graceful.

~ 100 words ~ ~ new to Word Count Wednesday? Here are more. ~