My daughter is home. She and her friend have been watching some show about beauties and geeks. Deep cleavage and bad hair. Can you imagine?

I drove them to the beach earlier. Gray skies be damned! When the sun finally peeked out, they came home.

Just in time. I was wrestling my old Queen Anne chair in from the studio. My Sweet Dishwasher, he hates that chair but since he’s been gone the house is changing. The sofa moved. It’s floating in the middle of the room at odds with everything else so that my keyboard can rest on my old sewing cabinet and my music can rest on the back of the sofa. I can practice and curse my stupid brain with abandon.

Except for this week. This week my girl is home and I’m trying hard to be a “good” Mom. No practicing while they’re in the house and a trip to the Cookie Crock for friend’s favorite cereal. Cap’n Crunch, like my kid brother!

My girl. She’d just eat potato chips and soda and ask me to buy some ramen when she gets really hungry, ignoring my offer of cauliflower and carmelized onion garbanzo bean crepes. Can you imagine?

They made me dinner tonight. Some very spicy concoction. There was broccoli in it and plenty of Midland stories. I hope they’re writing it all down. You couldn’t possibly make it up.

I’m lost without my dishwasher to back me up and steer this leaky boat. I’m still surprised to find how easily I’m tilted. Though today was the first time I’ve ever stood firm and solid in tree pose. Go figure.