Here are five of the six eggs I found today. There was one more in another nest which I believe was Miss Susie's. I'm going to have to start selling those things. Or giving more away, most likely.
So the big news is that I slept in the bed last night and I was comfortable, on the whole, but my ribs have ached all day which is not comforting at all. I guess lying down in the chair, even though it's relatively flat when it's reclined all the way, puts my center of gravity nearer my butt instead of my ribs. Or at least there's less pressure on them. It was nice to wake up in my own room again, though.
Lily sent a series of pictures this morning which were alarming.
Maggie decided to cut her hair which is something that all children do at one point or another unless one of their siblings does it for them. Lily was beside herself with grief. Maggie's hair has never been truly cut, just trimmed a little bit for fun and those curls she had were her first curls and no matter what, she'll never get those back.
I can't even bear to show you the picture where Maggie herself is crying. It's too heartbreaking. And of course she's still the cutest girl in the world. Here she is after Lily washed her hair and dried it. She still has curls.
She's still our sassy Miss Thang.
Here I am in the garden laughing
an old woman with heavy breasts
and a nicely mapped face
how did this happen
well that’s who I wanted to be
at last a woman
in the old style sitting
stout thighs apart under
a big skirt grandchild sliding
on off my lap a pleasant
that’s my old man across the yard
he’s talking to the meter reader
he’s telling him the world’s sad story
how electricity is oil or uranium
and so forth tell my grandson
run over to your grandpa ask him
to sit beside me for a minute I
am suddenly exhausted by my desire
to kiss his sweet explaining lips
Grace Paley (2000)