Violet's ferry line; one of these things is not like the others... |
The first few days back in our home were interesting ones. Our funny little apartment with the long hallway and drafty windows suddenly felt like a luxury resort spa. There is an oven for baking. A tub that instantly fills with clean hot water. A powerful heater. A mattress with a box spring. The list goes on and on...
And my gosh, Violet! She ran around the house remembering things out loud-- "remember bed! Remember own room! Remember purple doggy! Remember blocks! Remember OneFishTwoFishRedFishBlueFish!" She sat herself down in front of her bookshelf and looked at every single book, one after the other; and there she sat, in a huge book-pile for a good solid hour just re-seeing it all, laughing and pointing and telling me something once in a while about a bear or bunny or an ABC.
Needless to say, it was not hard to resettle. Violet got to have a birthday, actually several birthdays, -- so that was fun and distracting.
Still, though, a few things that buzz around--- like the memory of the warm balcony with the orange flowers. Oh, heavens, it is cold here, and the bananas are mealy, and my back misses the hard bed a bit. Also, Violet misses her school. And with the introduction of meat and cheese and carbs back into our diet we are revisiting that lucid hazy couch feeling. It will be interesting to see how India weaves itself into our daily life over time.
A few photos from the past month....
Some Birthday Fun
Whidbey and Seattle home; pockets and puzzles and books
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