Writing Wrongs

July 16, 2005

This is all Iím worth right about now. Andrew, Kyra, and I went to the Landscape Arboretum with my parents today. There were flowers (that I kept Kyra from picking) and kites to be made (by Andrew), and ribbon wands for everyone. I think itís safe to say a good time was had by all.

And I did the most amazing thing. I wrote last night. I almost never write in the late evening, and certainly not on a Friday, but there I was, working on the story/essay for the parentís journey class that Iím still miserably behind in. So behind, I was thinking of dropping out. And I hated my essay to boot.

I still donít know how I feel about the essay. Itís about when I was on bed rest when pregnant with Andrew and part of me didnít want to write it. Of course, now that I have, thereís the matter of two other stories to write, not to mention waiting on the verdict for this one. I mean, is it even in English?

But for now, Iíll leave you with a view (minus the heat) of the arboretum.

Charity Tahmaseb wrote at 6:50 p.m.