Made it home at last. I didn’t want to go, and I’m so thankful to be back, as important and successful as the trip was. I listened to running and history podcasts most of the way home, which made the time pass quickly. After I got home, I tried to pick Christina up from school in a rainstorm, but she didn’t recognize my new car or hear me screaming her name, so she walked 90% of the way home before I finally got her into the car. Then was dance and then we went to Salento for dinner, which was delicious. And now I’ve finished reading Beloved, which was just such a sad story, which is such an incomplete assessment of the book it’s almost shameful. I am ready for bed.
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April 25
We gave this self publishing kit to Christina for her 10th birthday. She loved the idea of it so much that she was afraid to use it in case she messed it up. She wrote a bunch of stories, but none of them seemed good enough to publish. In the end, she decided to use a series of stories she wrote a few years earlier: The Collections of My Friend Zombia. She literally spent more than a year transcribing the stories onto the provided pages and then illustrating them. She finally finished it about a month ago, long after I’d given up hope that it’d ever be finished. Somehow she’d managed to hold on to all the paperwork that went along with the kit and we managed to get it sent off. It arrived today and it is really the work of a true artist. I say that as the artist’s mother, knowing full well that I am biased, but I love it. It’s a story about a girl and her zombie friend, and another friend who can’t handle the idea of being friends with a zombie, so she blows herself up at the mall in front of both of them. And they live happily ever after. Well, some of them do.
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