Sunday, March 02, 2008

we must grow slowly like the mushrooms

the mushies are at a crucial stage where i must cut the bag and give them room to grow.
i have also constructed a "loose poly tent" (ie. a large clear placcy bag propped over the top) to preserve moisture. it's hard work being a mushie-mama.

i have decided that sardines is the best game ever. bethan had her 31st party last night - we played kids' games all day. sardines was best after dark, everyone running round quietly peering under beds and behind trees. my favourite hiding story:

J hid in a cupboard in the dark and waited. miriam opened the cupboard, looked, looked again, reached out and prodded him in the belly. H found them both hiding and crept in too. i opened the cupboard, looked and saw white faces in the gloom and jumped in fright, then crept in with them. C opened the door, squealed in terror and leapt a foot in the air. we all squeezed in together and giggled and giggled, waiting for the others to follow the noise.


still plodding through the marking and waiting for offers. i'm finding it very difficult to concentrate on anything in this waiting period. grot has instructed me on the importance of coping with change and returning emails. i've been sending postcards and letters again. if you don't receive anything in a couple of weeks let me know you're in need of a little maillove. paper and pen is more reliable than the damn connection through the ceiling.

i've been reading lots of nice things lately. maybe i'll post about that next. any other requests? (itchy, "my hood 2" is in progress, just collecting material.)

3 comments:

Epponnee-Rae said...

there is a hilarious photo of us all coming out the closet, laughing like hyenas - see crackbook.

groteaux said...

food for thought ...

a good mushie-mama always eats her babies ...

Epponnee-Rae said...

trust you to make it macabre, mother dearest.