My piano teacher used to write in a little notebook when she’d come for my lessons. She had a different color fine point pen called a “Le Pen”, and in the book she’d write the page number of the songs I had to practice. I can clearly see in my head her handwriting, how she wrote with her almost-old hands with always beautifully manicured fingers. My favorite color was the hot pink “Le Pen”. Her handwriting was a half cursive half printing style and her lettering was teeny tiny.
Celia started piano lessons on top of her violin lessons. In return for those lessons – I give her piano teacher’s son a lesson. I keep thinking of how I’d love to get a set of “Le Pen’s” and a notebook so that the young boy will too grow that affinity for pens. But I haven’t done so yet. However, I do have a new planner, and bought a set of “Precise” Pilot Extra Fine pens to mark all the important things I have to do. And unfortunately they are getting put to much use.
I thought summer would be relaxing. And in a way – it has been. We don’t get up till after 8am each morning. We have pancakes almost every day. We’ve taken a walk – or even two walks a day for over a month now – and the girls and I turn into “The Flash Family” and we even run. Almost every day we take the same route. In the mornings we go through the alley ways around here – and see what new plants are growing along the walls and fences. In the evening we take Kenneth Road – walk about a mile then up and back around to the house. Effie loves walking on small walls and counts her steps, then says how many points she made. Celia loves to race and always gets second place because 2nd is the best – and 1st is the worst. It’s a relief that I don’t have to carry anyone anymore. Because now at least – the walks are quite pleasant. And back to the summer stuff. It’s been one day after another of play dates, outings for the ladies with the people who love them almost as much as I do, cooking every meal, and being unorganized.
Ok. I’m writing more of what I started two days ago. So this is Part 2. I just put away 9 shoes. That means there is 1 laying around somewhere. I always pick up shoes. Everywhere I look there is a pair of shoes. I didn’t even know we had so many shoes. Apparently we do. Most of the shoes I pick up from around the house are very small, glittery, and fancy. Must mean they do not belong to Alex, although that would be cool if he wore shoes like that.
And it’s late. While I waste time on facebook, I know I should be cleaning up. I should be getting ready for the myriad of things I have to do this week. But whatever.
And I’m tired. So I’ll go now.
