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What follows is just bits from the week. Someone once suggested that a quiet blog means “undesirables” are happening, that we only “blog” the happy stuff.

At the time I agreed. After all, whose going to want to flaunt thier warts? Then again, 940 square feet doesn’t ALLOW for many warts!

In 940 square feet, for instance, you can’t have a big old tumble fight with your lover. In 940 square feet and four kids, you also can’t often do the other things married people do.

Ahem.

In 940 square feet and four kids, the littlest one started crawling properly, on all fours, this week. He sucked on a push point and miraculously didn’t scratch himself. He learned how to make “babababababa” sounds without putting his hand to his mouth.

In 940 square feet and four kids, our oldest has pushed at the gates, insisting his siblings must move out and sleep outside. He wants his space. He’s into building plastic models of airplanes and war tanks and space has become sacred. He’s also reading Hardy Boys’ Mysteries. We’ve secured his fall activies and it’s a full plate that has him drooling: boy scouts, fencing, violin and orchestra, and a science and math co-op.

In 940 square feet and four kids, our daughter is singing about having been bought a PINK sleeping bag for her first camping trip this weekend. We’ve solved the mystery of what was making her hair so straw-like: the chlorine in the pool. She started soccer this week and her coach gave her a charm bracelet with little soccer balls on it. She was over the moon.

In 940 square feet and four kids, there’s a little man who has resorted to LOUD tantrums when he is infringed upon, which happens often in 940 square feet and four kids. He too started soccer this week, and his coach says his enthusiasm is infectious. He is into Narnia, happily vegged out to The Silver Chair right now.

In 940 square feet and four kids, David is struggling to find time to do the “home” portion of his job. He needs an office and so goes in to the shop more often than he should need to, just to get the quiet and peace. His ambition is high; he has a “big deal” meeting this morning for a HUGE account, may have gotten another large one yesterday, and has set his sights on the Toyota machine shops as well. Give this man a challenge and he’ll meet it every time. 940 square feet and four kids is, excellent motivation though, to get those commissions coming and the income up high enough to get LAND and a BIG HOUSE.

940 square feet and four kids dallied with my limits this week. We don’t call this “hard”. “Hard” is your baby going through open heart surgery. This was more like “uncomfortable”. 940 square feet is fine for NOW; I just havent’ been that enthusiastic this week about doing it for a YEAR. But “tomorrow has enough trouble for itself”. Now is a great time to keep the current day at the forefront of my mind, to get out a little, and not worry about the coming months.

I’ve started a container garden on the balcony. My talented writer brother in law (who knew his secret!?) and sis are coming next week. We have a field trip tomorrow with friends and a campout on friday. Activities are starting up. Things are better than little down moments might indicate.

Back in the bedrooms of this 940 square feet, a girl is playing “drums” with a cake pan with a baby. Two boys are sucking thier thumbs watching Prince Caspian and “useless Eustis” have a sword fighting adventure. Our breadwinner has gone to win bread. In awhile I’ll load everyone up for a morning in the greenbelt. The day is foggy…everything is August Tired and limp and you can feel it in the air that the place is right on the cusp of a seasonal change. We’ve noticed the Sycamores and some of the maples already turning. The cicadas are dying off. Somehow enough time has passed for us to have been here a whopping 6 weeks. My baby is 9 months old on Saturday. I watched him like a pot and it didnt’ matter; he still boiled.

I’ll wrap up with a few recomendations: Mother Earth News is a fantastically fun read of a magazine, for those with a mind towards conservation. I had a cozy “no bra day” on the couch reading back issues. The Life Aquatic with Steve Zissou was a quirky and subtley funny movie, but is not for everyone. I liked it; David slept. Never Let Me Go by Ishiguru was a great, fast read on a very timely topic. Castle Rock makes a very complex Pinot Noir and if you ever get a chance to eat a freshly harvested Stripey tomato, be prepared for your eyes to roll back in your head and your legs to involuntarily quake. You will be beyond bliss.

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