Thursday, April 17, 2014

4/17 ~ Buh buh ballet


We survived the dress rehearsal.  Saturday morning is recital and the girls are ready.

I'm ready, too.

Who knew there was so much to learn about what to do backstage when changing the girl from one outfit to another?  I had several mothers show me what I was doing wrong.  :)  Better that they showed me tonight before I screwed it up on Saturday.

Wednesday, April 16, 2014

4/16 ~ If you'll just excuse me


I don't like to toot my own horn... but I was excited this afternoon to receive this book from Yahoo.  Back in February, I received an email asking for permission to use one of my images for the 10th anniversary of Flickr.  As a thank you, they sent a book with a compilation of all the pictures -- including one of mine -- that were used in the video celebration.

Isn't that kind of marvelous?  Plus, it makes a great coffee table book.

Tuesday, April 15, 2014

4/15 ~ An unfortunate siesta


A few months ago, I started playing the Frozen game in a competition with Julia.  It has turned out to be a great way to mindlessly waste time.  These days, Julia rarely plays her version of the game.  As for me, I seem to be stuck on level 63.

Monday, April 14, 2014

4/14 ~ Late light


The calm at home after the fervor of the day

4/13 ~ Silly bird


We have a couple of downy woodpeckers that hammer away on the metal tree in the backyard.  Then they hop up the trunk onto the suet feeder and act all chill while they eat.

Silly little birds.

Saturday, April 12, 2014

4/12 ~ Catharsis


Several nights ago, I dreamed that I wrote a letter to the relative who had abused Julia, her sister, and her mother.  I woke up my husband to tell him and he said, "Write the letter."

Once the letter was written, my husband read it and told me to mail it to her after I shared it with the girls.  We read it, cheered and then stuck that correspondence in the post.

This is more or less what I said.

Dear D,

Before I ever met you, I had heard about you.  I had heard how you had made your niece cry in a meeting at the school when I was the principal.  You were not impressive to the teachers at all.  I had heard that you often complained and were just difficult.  And then I met you.  Meeting you did nothing to better the image I had already established in my mind.  In fact, meeting you solidified my thoughts that you just were not a nice person.

I tried to be nice to you.  I tried to understand the maddening issues you brought to the school again and again and again. I tried to believe that Julia really might have all those issues you described at your home.

But Julia was just a little girl — a little girl with hacked off hair made to wear ugly overalls day after day after day.  A little girl who was trying desperately to find a way out of your house.  We didn’t understand the hell that was going on in her world.  We knew something wasn’t right but no one could have imagined the creative cruelty you were putting her through in your home.

No wonder she hung her head.  No wonder she didn’t smile.  No wonder she looked so sickly and pitiful.

She was constantly being belittled and put down by you and your family.  Sometimes I wonder about what might have happened to you to make you hurt people the way you do — but most of the time, I simply don’t care.  There isn’t any excuse you can come up with that will justify your actions.

For whatever sick reason you had in your head, you wanted to break Julia.

You failed.

Why you aren’t in jail is something I just don’t understand.  The word is that you have Stage 4 lung cancer.  While I wouldn’t wish that on anyone, I can’t say that I’m sorry to hear you are physically sick.  You deserve to be treated with the same loving care that you subjected Julia, Danielle and their mother to in their time in your house.  Perhaps that will be the care you receive for eternity.

The stories keep coming out and one thing is abundantly clear.  You are a paranoid coward.  You pick on people who can’t fight back.

Julia has lived with us for almost a year and I can attest that she does not have the issues you said she had.  With love and care (not to mention a bed), Julia has thrived and is now a beautiful girl who makes honor roll.  She is a loving sister to Danielle and willingly shares all her toys and clothes with her.  Was she damaged by you?  Probably.  But she is cut from a cloth of strength and kindness and honor.  She will make something out of her life unlike you who will die and be remembered as a miserable and cruel lady.

Having our paths crossed brought Julia and then Danielle to us.  From here on out, I hope I never have to see your wretched face again.

And I hope you are haunted by your actions.

4/11 ~ In the fountain


Massage.
Lunch.
Watch the girls play in the fountain.
Cook.
Anniversary dinner for my parents.

It was a good day.