anZel/Arden

Archive for August, 2008

transcript

anZel: What are those?
mum: What do you mean?
anZel: What are those?
mum: Oh, you mean all the toys in the trunk of the car?
anZel: Yes
mum: Well, those are toys you and your sister don’t need. We are going to give them to someone.
anZel: Who are we going to give them to?
mum: My co-worker’s grandson, Matthew.
anZel: What about the other kids?
mum: oh..we will figure out other toys to give them.

transcript

mum: anZel, I need to see the doctor tomorrow.
anZel reached out to give me a hug…then said “all better now?”

to dAd

The spider, dropping down from twig,
Unwinds a thread of his devising;
A thin, premeditated rig
To use in rising.

And all the journey down through space,
In cool descent, and loyal-hearted,
He builds a ladder to the place
From which he started.

Thus I, gone forth, as spiders do,
In spider’s web a truth discerning,
Attach one silken strand to you
For my returning.

by E.B.White

Rising to the occasion

Arden can now pull herself up..