My hands are so cold I'm having trouble typing, but I feel like posting, so you're stuck with me, bad spelling and all.
Here's a link I couldn't resist, for the lawyers and also for anyone who lives in a small town: Jury selection in Montana's least populous county
. I should note that my hometown would not be in this situation, lest you all get the wrong idea about Montana. Just *parts* of Montana are like this.
I did read another book, very very fast: Growing Up Fast
by Joanna Lipper. About teen pregnancy, in beautiful Pittsfield MA (my current workplace 75% of the week). I've been meaning to read this book *forever*, based on the subject material and proximity to places I know. Now that I live here, it seemed like time to do it. Um. Highly depressing. She basically tells the stories of 6 teen moms, mostly in their own words. Abuse, drugs, lack of opportunities, missed opportunities, dysfunction, dysfunction, dysfunction..... A good depiction of what it's like to be stuck in a town that's going nowhere, and going nowhere yourself.
Elena is.... crazy. Talking more than ever, even if it doesn't always make sense:Tonight at bedtime, getting a story to read before bed
Me: Okay, let's sit here and read the story.
E: (lying down) Ta[ke] nap.
Me: Okay, you can take a nap, but aren't we going to read the story?
E: (fake snoring noises)
"Ta[ke] nap" is one of her new favorite phrases, but often seems to have nothing to do with napping or sleeping. It's often hard to tell.
Her favorite books right now are The Bunny Book (Richard Scarry), If You Give a Mouse a Cookie, and Green Eggs and Ham. Multiple consecutive readings. OTOH, she has some of the books memorized enough that she can recite some lines herself.
Her favorite food, bar none, is crackers. Specifically Wheat Thins, though she'll eat virtually any cracker we give her. At nearly every single meal, she ends up asking for "tat-ers? tat-ers?" and if I refuse ("But honey, you just had a metric ton of crackers at lunch!") she instantly gets hysterical and screams and her face turns bright red, while howling "tat-ers! tat-ers!" most pathetically. Her sodium levels are gonna go through the roof. Perhaps I should start buying low-sodium crackers. Sheesh.
I've been... turtling (to use sanj
's phrase) a little bit, but I think I'm starting to come out of it. Maybe. Of course, it's hard to tell by my exciting not-so-varied routine - I take care of E, I go to work, I try to do a few rows of my exciting bathroom rug project (exciting only to me), and then read a little bit. Repeat daily.