Going Someplace?

The night came soon, too soon. The night was long, too long. Forever was a long time for two little girls thinking of the news that came yesterday. Riding the railroad was only on a game board. Thinking of 39 and one half hours just to get to Chicago is forever if you do not know what an hour is; how to measure time; what is Chicago?

Why does he want us to go? What is wrong with us? Why does he lock us out of the house? Does he love Mom and us?

The day was hot and sunny, the wind was blowing hard, these winds they make people crazy so the Indians say. I hear this from Mitch, he tells me so. The train is shiny and red in spots. Red is my favorite color, read is what I like to do with books. My library card is in my pocket book which I am upset because I cannot use it where we are going. I got it when I was four years old. Mitch says there are books on the train, though. My sis is too little to read, yet, but we are trying. She can play monopoly if we help her. She just won the beauty contest at the library auditorium, we took Can Can dancing lessons there, too. Dad is holding Mom’s left hand and carrying a large suitcase in the other while we follow behind. I do not like the smell of the train. It smells just like the bus smells and I always get sick and throw up. Oh man, this is too much. Why are we doing this?

And so it goes. . .the book thing. Sharing as I go. Too bad I have a flat tire.

The new Kindles came out this week. OMG what am I going to do? I want the 8.9". There is not enough band width to go around as it is. . .way too many gadgets dinging in the dark, already.

What a world I see, now. New glasses. Now I am full of mega anxiety knowing the dirt is there. I thought my abode was beyond clean, already. You say, "Take off the glasses?" Well, I called my honey adorable and his friends now call him doorbell. His hat I am knitting is almost done. It was started before I got sick. It is getting to look like fall.  His hat and the need for it.

xoxo Bat Bird

Time Transfixed

While my daughter is on her way to the radio station where she is to do a demonstration of how she cooks a gourmet fusion eggplant dish for a very famous chef, really, I am thinking about how I can get the above video to play on lined paper, real paper. . .It seems to me there is a collision of time going on here. I am stuck in time, really. Soon I will get the live radio program coming from the west coast while I sit here typing on the east coast via the internet. I am lol that I will listen to someone (my daughter) cooking on radio. Video would make more sense, right?

CHAPTER ONE

I recall a very warm summer day in SO CALI laying belly down with Mitch and Rhonda and my little sis on the cool raised cement porch playing monopoly, their dad was playing, too. I almost had a monopoly of the railroads. I took this game very seriously. I had to win! Strategy was everything. It was getting late and time to go home. The dad said so. We couldn't go home because our parents locked us out of the house.: )

I, meaning me, am waiting for my new glasses to come. If I mistake punctuation marks, it is because I, meaning me, can not see them.