Things with Winnie are coming along brilliantly, dear reader.
With a little coaxing, she's shown herself to be quite a proficient in the arts. Why, if I could only tell you what she knows about line and color alone!
Like any artist, she comes with her share of ego. But what can you expect when you're in the presence of genius?
Izzy considers herself lucky to be tutored by one of the great coloratura sopranos of our time.
The girls have been busy at music camp this week. Each day I drop them off and take a picture as they enter the building. I see they are growing up, the gap between them is narrowing.
It touches my heart.
Sophie is playing volleyball.
And I'm doing a few things: wiping up puddles, making beetle houses for neighborhood boys, missing the desert, missing Sherlock, realizing there's no point in trying to fold laundry when Winnie is around, stalling for some reason on getting my manuscript out there, waking up in the middle of the night with my ankle hurting and a puppy who's so happy to see me, a little bit of drawing.
The familiar things mixed with new twists and turns. It's always a little bit new, depending which way you look at it.