Monday, November 17, 2014
I often spend Friday evenings alone with the GB while her brother attends his weekly guitar lesson. The Bear takes him more often than I do, which is for the best since he plays the guitar himself and can sit in on the lesson and help the LB at home. I really look forward to my Friday nights with the GB. We don't get much time alone together, especially now that she goes to school on the same schedule as her brother. I miss having her around but sometimes I'm relieved for the break too; she's my talkative child and will hold forth on many topics. She and her brother are very different; he's quieter, more contemplative. I love having a pigeon pair; I'm very thankful to have been given the chance to raise one of each.
On Friday night, we spent a good hour sitting on the couch together in the dark. She loves to be in the dark. I think she finds it easier to relax and unwind. She wants to curl up in a blanket and talk, or sing, or do some of each. She told me about her day, which was chock-full of adventure. She can find fun anywhere, this one. We stared out the window toward the mountain, searching hard for the tram cars; you can just see the lights on them, flickering a bit in the cold air. She decided to read to me and picked a children's poetry book which used to be mine. She wanted to keep the lights off so she read to me by flashlight. She read the entire book aloud. She has become an excellent reader. We talked some more when she was done and soon it was time for bed. The house was quiet after that. I made some tea and waited for the menfolk. I'd read that book, with its simple poems and monochromatic watercolor illustrations, many times before. But I'd never read it by flashlight. My girl showed me something new.