Random tidbits

I cannot keep up with anything this week, so you get the headlines overview (and perhaps a brief editorial).

JULIANNA IS CRAWLING! Not by herself, but definitely she is driven to move. I can tell that she's going to be a holy pain in Alex's you-know-what once she gets moving. She wants to pull his hair and lick him. He loves it. But then, he can still run away. Or sit on her.

ALEX IS WRITING LETTERS! Not well, and not by himself, and his A begins as an H and then he draws a line across the top. But jeez, he's three!

BASI'S ORGANIZE NEIGHBORHOOD TO OPPOSE TRAIL. We all bought for the gorgeous privacy of a woods and a creek in between our streets, and then we found out that our green space was on the city's list to put a trail through. Part of my last few weeks has been running all over the neighborhood going door to door collecting signatures, sending emails, and writing a letter. And today I hand-delivered it to the city council offices and the project manager. I can't help feeling bad for him. He's a very nice guy. We just don't want this trail in here, and we think we should have been told before we paid...well, a lot of money for our houses.

SALES!!!!!!!!! I have clips in hand now--a personal essay for Family Foundations from CCL, and an article for AIM (World Library, who also publishes my octavos). And I received an email last night asking me to write an article for another magazine. I couldn't get to sleep last night. Plus, in the last two weeks I have found out about two people locally and one on the East Coast who bought my flute collection. So I am very excited.

THE GRASS IS GROWING! Which is good, b/c I'm getting very tired of replanting the patches, and trying to figure out what makes it grow in one spot and not in the one right next to it, which is by all indications completely identical.

Speaking of conditions that change without apparent rhyme or reason...can anyone out there explain to me why I 70, which is a mile south of us, sounds like it's right on the other side of the creek sometimes, and other days we can't hear it at all? I thought it was wind direction, or temperature, or humidity, but after living here almost a year I cannot figure out why I hear it sometimes and not others.

Well, I have a wakey baby. Time to go.