there might be cake

the best thing?

sitting out here, reading.

I love 5 (upstairs) and her parents.  I love it when there’s 5, and 4 from across the street and other random 3s and 4s and 5s tearing through the yard or playing on the swings and the climb-y things.

but I really really love just sitting at this table

or in whatever small beach chair or lawn chair is available 

and just and only reading

maybe snoozing a tiny little bit

but mostly just reading

all

after

noon

(via writeoneleaf)

almost everything, sometimes, and often almost everything else.

maddening, except for when I can make up something else all together for recreational purposes, only. of course. 

if people would use their inside voices inside, we might not have to speak over one another and then maybe we wouldn’t not quite hear as many things.  facts gone missing; missed utterances. utter misses.

from yesterday’s rally

and

more about the OPE

I’ll be watching this until I get bedsores. And drinking every time they unearth a dead cat

I should do something, shouldn’t I?

or would that only be appropriate for the Intervention marathon?