My little Pip. She is so clever. She made a sculpture with her Lego blocks of “Saraus Rock”–an unusual rock formation from the “Land Before Time” movies. And while playing with play dough, she rolled a small piece of black play dough, put it on the butt of her plastic “Clifford” dog and said “Poop goes the weasel!”
Tabs made ginger cookies last night. I suggested a recipe had I made up but had not tested yet. The ingenious little baker came to me, hands gooey, “Are you sure it’s only 1/2 cup of flour? It’s too sticky to roll into little balls.” I instructed her to gradually add more flour until she could roll the dough into balls. They are delicious–she saved me the biggest one, she said. When I asked her this morning how much flour she used she said, “I had to use 4 cups Mom!”
Mist back at school today. She wanted her hair cut so she could make a grand entrance. Unfortunately, her personal fashion stylist (me) was too sick to make the appointment happen.
Feeling significantly better this afternoon. Fever only slight. Put myself on antibiotics for the bronchitis.
Just writing my two papers I have left for my current class. Enjoying my professor more. He is feeling healthy finally and a little of his wit and passion is showing through. You know, in fiction, sentence fragments are encouraged. Interesting ways of saying words….but it hasn’t crossed over into reporting yet. I wish it would. It is so much more fun writing in cryptic fragments.
So, as my health returns, so does the pressure. The pressure to live my life to its fullest. But I will start with just being Zen. I already had a blizzard from DQ so what’s next?
Sandra
Glad you are recovering!
That Tabs is turning into quite the little baker.