Mermaid practice
She's trying very hard indeed, she dreamt of swimming and woke believing she could swim, now she feels the fear and sticks her head in the water anyway, she kicks and sinks and jumps up from the bottom and in triumphant splutters tells me to watch her again.
I watched her carefully and while I did so her little sister sunk. There's nothing like the high of rescuing your own selfish genes from the vasty deeps of a local pool. I grabbed the back of her togs and the big sister suddenly came over all needy because when one sees something demonstrated (even parental love) it's so much more desirable than half a second before.
These last couple of days I've been reading Annie Lamott's Operating Instructions again, and again it's revived my interest in writing a diary, so here we all are.
I watched her carefully and while I did so her little sister sunk. There's nothing like the high of rescuing your own selfish genes from the vasty deeps of a local pool. I grabbed the back of her togs and the big sister suddenly came over all needy because when one sees something demonstrated (even parental love) it's so much more desirable than half a second before.
These last couple of days I've been reading Annie Lamott's Operating Instructions again, and again it's revived my interest in writing a diary, so here we all are.
posted by Susan Harper at
9:38 PM
3 Comments:
But deciding she can swim is much better than the flying.
Remember "Fly please mummy" at barely 2?
She was so disappointed to be told that no, she couldn't fly. People just can't. It's not like walking, or jumping where she merely had to learn the skill and practice hard.
I'd almost forgotten how well you write. Nice to see more of it.
I read an Annie Lammott book I get for 10 cents from the library, and the woman is amazing. I could even almost understand the christian thing.
Lovely to see you here.
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