NOW I want it.

The envy of small people is often hilarious. A neighbor of ours has been putting up with a honey bucket (portable toilet) for a little while, as they have been having some renovations done. Today it seems the honey bucket is to be removed. (I am sure the neighbor is rather happy) Senor Onion asked, "WHY don't we have an outdoor toilet?" and I said, "Because we have indoor ones and therefore we don't need to have one outdoors. The neighbors needed one because their indoor one wasn't functioning." He looked disgusted and said, "I WANT an outdoor toilet. Get rid of our indoor ones."
I suspect he might change his mind if he had had to go out in last night's weather. About four am, a squall came through and woke me out of a sound sleep. I looked out the window and the moon was just above the tree-line and looked misshapen. In my half-asleep state I wasn't quite sure what it was and said out loud, "What the freaking fuck is that?" My brain caught on a few seconds later and alerted me to the fact that it was the moon. It had quite a glow to it and looked enormous. There was a brief moment of anxiety regarding potential flooding in the basement but I went back to bed. The basement stayed dry. Mr. Jenner's trench holds up another day.

Of course today the skies are fairly blue and bright. Though who knews what the wind might do. Never trust the wind; for it is like an unmedicated manic-depressive with a violent streak.

books and children again

Volunteered at preschool today. I think the kids are still adjusting to being back in the saddle. Everyone seemed a trifle on edge. Maybe it was the wind. Wind can make people a little bat-shit. As I said elsewhere, If I didn't know better, I would think that some of these kid had hangovers. Lulu in particular was in a snotty mood. She is a bit of a princess, but today she was Princess Von Grumpyburg-Schleisweig-Holstein-Crankypants. (minor German/Danish noble house) She did a lot of shrieking. Senor Onion broke down when he could not make some magnets line up perfectly and got angry because of how magnets work. (not magic you juggalos) You know how they repel and so on. Vincent declared that he was feeling fragile and couldn't handle being a bad-guy and refused to do any dancing at dance class. You get a sense of the theme.
I figured my job was to channel Mr. Rogers and be sympathetic. Everyone go through things. Towers were built, kids found their bliss in the sandbox, painting was done. All we needed to complete this PBS-like state of joy was a little Bob Ross. (Bob Ross got me through some anxious periods of my life.)

Last night I read, Cheerful Weather for the Wedding. It wasn't exactly funny -at least in the HAHA sense but it had some tragi-comic moments that I appreciated. The writing and some of the descriptions killed me with envy. In this novella, the author described the tension in the house so well. There are writers out there who spend pages and pages trying to get to what the author got to in a few perfect words. ARGH. Let's just give up...

I am also reading this book by Joyce Dennys. It reminds me a great deal of EM Delafield's Provincial Lady books. I will have to write more on that once I finish. I think I am enjoying the book but it is kind of a trifle.