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Rosie has a swim meet first thing in the morning, so she took a shower and her father braided her hair, knoxed it, and set it in a bun. While the knox (gelatin) set her hair into a hard shell, she sat practicing her Russian on Duolingo and I trimmed and buffed her toenails and fingernails.
She has started cutting her own nails but just like anyone has a hard time staying on top of her smallest toes, and she has recently tended to want to wear her fingernails longer than is practical for a violin player.
When I was 11 my sister sometimes cut my nails, and in my memory she was nearly always irritated at me when she did so, because of the clicking of my fingernails on the piano keys, she said, when I practiced. I did not get very far on the piano, but I did master cutting my nails short and smooth and round.
I am not irritated when I cut Rosie's nails. I like to do it when she lets me. After I finished, she put the phone down, started her sleep cd of assorted classical music, and asked me to read to her.
I am presently reading to her from Anne of Green Gables. At the beginning of the series Anne is also 11, so this feels pretty appropriate. We are on Chapter VII. As I read the voices I can almost hear the voices from the Canadian miniseries of the same name. I have a copy of it but Rosie has not seen it yet. I hope in another year or two to watch it together.
She drifted off quickly and i must to bed myself/ We have to get up tomorrow and drive an hour and a half before we are due at the meet at 8 AM.
Goodnight.
She has started cutting her own nails but just like anyone has a hard time staying on top of her smallest toes, and she has recently tended to want to wear her fingernails longer than is practical for a violin player.
When I was 11 my sister sometimes cut my nails, and in my memory she was nearly always irritated at me when she did so, because of the clicking of my fingernails on the piano keys, she said, when I practiced. I did not get very far on the piano, but I did master cutting my nails short and smooth and round.
I am not irritated when I cut Rosie's nails. I like to do it when she lets me. After I finished, she put the phone down, started her sleep cd of assorted classical music, and asked me to read to her.
I am presently reading to her from Anne of Green Gables. At the beginning of the series Anne is also 11, so this feels pretty appropriate. We are on Chapter VII. As I read the voices I can almost hear the voices from the Canadian miniseries of the same name. I have a copy of it but Rosie has not seen it yet. I hope in another year or two to watch it together.
She drifted off quickly and i must to bed myself/ We have to get up tomorrow and drive an hour and a half before we are due at the meet at 8 AM.
Goodnight.
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Stage Manager
Most everybody's asleep in Grover's Corners. There are a few lights on. Shorty Hawkins, down at the depot, has just watched the Albany train go by. And at the livery stable somebody's setting up late and talking. Yes, it's clearing up.
There are the stars doing their old, old crisscross journeys in the sky. Scholars haven't settled the matter yet, but they seem to think there are no living beings up there. Just chalk…or fire. Only this one is straining away, straining away all the time to make something of itself. The strain's so bad that every sixteen hours everybody lies down and gets a rest.
Hm…Eleven o'clock in Grover's Corners…You get a good rest, too. Good night.
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