sarah stories
Mar. 1st, 2006 06:57 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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I picked Sarah up so we could get ready for her dance class. On the way, I told her I had a job now and that might make it hard for me to get her on Wednesdays (we'll see). We passed the alpacas, and I called them llamas. She corrected me. I said they look a lot alike, but llamas were bigger. (I don't actually know if they are or not.) "Are llamas as big as a house?" I said no. That much I knew.
Then she asked me if I wanted to hear a song Grandpa taught her. (Grandpa leads quite a double life, sneaking over from Texas to teach Sarah songs and stuff.) I said sure, and she led off with a rhythm introduction of near-sibilant tongue exhalations. Cool! An intro! Then she started singing away, a wide-ranging stream of consciousness that eventually seemed to contain many elements of "You Are My Sunshine." After she finished, and after I praised her on her song (glad to see she thinks musically), I started singing that, and she joined in.
Then we got to the gas station, and we "mopped" the windows. They had a thin coating of pale grime from the light snow that fell in the night and melted during the day. Hey, now that I have a job, we can spring for a rear wiper again! Sarah worked with enthusiasm, and I gave her more pointers on technique. When she gets a little better, she can go to New York City and try to squeegee windows at red lights for a few extra bucks.
Then we got home, and there were hugs all around. Cathy was pleased, of course, that I'm gainfully employed at last. I celebrated with a little Coke at dinner. After food, Sarah and I went upstairs to get her changed into her dance garb. After she finally stopped showing me her bottom, it went relatively quickly. I picked her up by the feet and swept the rug with her hair, and she would have had me do that over and over, but we had to go downstairs and get her shoes and coat. After which she had me sweep the downstairs rug with her hair for a minute.
Now she's at her class, and I have been spending more time trying to find a CD I made for Ned Brooks a couple of months back. I'd swear it's probably no more than about six feet from where I'm typing, but I can't find a sign of it. Wah.
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I picked Sarah up so we could get ready for her dance class. On the way, I told her I had a job now and that might make it hard for me to get her on Wednesdays (we'll see). We passed the alpacas, and I called them llamas. She corrected me. I said they look a lot alike, but llamas were bigger. (I don't actually know if they are or not.) "Are llamas as big as a house?" I said no. That much I knew.
Then she asked me if I wanted to hear a song Grandpa taught her. (Grandpa leads quite a double life, sneaking over from Texas to teach Sarah songs and stuff.) I said sure, and she led off with a rhythm introduction of near-sibilant tongue exhalations. Cool! An intro! Then she started singing away, a wide-ranging stream of consciousness that eventually seemed to contain many elements of "You Are My Sunshine." After she finished, and after I praised her on her song (glad to see she thinks musically), I started singing that, and she joined in.
Then we got to the gas station, and we "mopped" the windows. They had a thin coating of pale grime from the light snow that fell in the night and melted during the day. Hey, now that I have a job, we can spring for a rear wiper again! Sarah worked with enthusiasm, and I gave her more pointers on technique. When she gets a little better, she can go to New York City and try to squeegee windows at red lights for a few extra bucks.
Then we got home, and there were hugs all around. Cathy was pleased, of course, that I'm gainfully employed at last. I celebrated with a little Coke at dinner. After food, Sarah and I went upstairs to get her changed into her dance garb. After she finally stopped showing me her bottom, it went relatively quickly. I picked her up by the feet and swept the rug with her hair, and she would have had me do that over and over, but we had to go downstairs and get her shoes and coat. After which she had me sweep the downstairs rug with her hair for a minute.
Now she's at her class, and I have been spending more time trying to find a CD I made for Ned Brooks a couple of months back. I'd swear it's probably no more than about six feet from where I'm typing, but I can't find a sign of it. Wah.
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Date: 2006-03-02 01:52 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2006-03-02 08:41 pm (UTC)I wonder how Sarah will feel when she experiences you not getting her on Wednesdays.
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Date: 2006-03-04 01:03 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2006-03-04 01:03 am (UTC)I used to have an intention of saving up my hair when I got big haircuts, so I could eventually make a wig of my own hair. I sense that it's just about too late, though.