Friday: Random Play
* I’m listening to Tracy Chapman’s version of, “3 Little Birds,” Van Morrison, “How Long Has This Been Going On,” and Elvis Costello, “Every Day I Write the Book.”
* Just talked with Planet Nomad; they are back from California safe and sound, studying French and enjoying the rain.
* Hockey God and my mother-in-law just ran the kids to school. She’s here for four days which means… I GET TO WRITE WHILE SHE AND MY HUSBAND, HER SON, WATCH THE KIDS.
* My kids are blessed, blessed and extremely spoiled rotten by four grandparents (3 grandmas and 1 grandpa) who are all playful, talented, and good-looking, to boot. (The blue eyes, the kooky mannerisms, the musical obsessions, the love of books — they get all of it from their grandparents.) Before school, Wacky Boy and Grandma were playing with transformers.
Her: “Look! This one turns into a guy, then back into a car, then back into a guy again!”
Wacky Boy, eyes shining and looking at her adoringly: “YES.”
She also admired the “fossils” that the kids made for her out of plaster-of-paris and seashells. Tonight we’re having dinner with my mom and sister. In the meantime…
* …I write. More fiction.
* Hey, is NoPoMoFoMamaLamaDingDong over today? It was fun.
Happy Friday, yins.
WM