So, apparently most of you already knew that I was two people (or 17, as Erica-get-a-blog-already-Skoglund pointed out) and are completely fine with it. Fantastic. This made me feel good… until I panicked about you all knowing something I didn’t… but then I reminded myself it was good thing in this case… and then I minor-ly panicked… and then I was ok. Really. Taste of Texas home, anyone? Biscuit in the shape of the Mother Country? I have some for all you lovely people… come an’ get it.
Rylie is upset because I took the camera away from her. There are tears, but I am sure they are fake… the emotion in the wailing sounds forced AND darn it all if she didn’t just SQUEEZE HER LEFT EYE to make a single tear eek out. Oh. My. Lanta.
I took a walk the other day (Fall, the other day)…
tired and contemplative and exhausted from a teething child…
not to mention all the voices and stories and ideas and panics in my brain.
Curt walked in the door and I passed off Rylie saying, “I have to go.” As this is not my normal M.O., Curt took the whiny child without question and I think fed her cereal and kool-aid for dinner. I didn’t ask. She’s well. Abe and I walked the property line to the back of TexasNorth and I found myself talking (inside voice) to the Man Above… where are you? I’m tired. It seems like you’ve been quiet lately. A little help here? What’s my deal? Answer me. [march march march, stomp stomp stomp]
And then I stopped walking, thinking this would make Him have to answer me… because I’m strong-willed if nothing else. But… nothing. He said nothing. So I turned around, defeated.