Hi there! Just popping in with a few little snippets from the week(end).
I'm not sure what to write about today. I feel like nothing of great storytelling importance has been happening in the last few days. I guess I could talk a little bit about Bea. She's such a hoot. We were discussing last names a few nights ago. And how and why they sometimes change in adulthood. You see, she knows who she wants to marry when she grows up, but has been trying to wrap her mind around the whole last name change bit. She thought (briefly)that she would change her last name to his. Then she reconsidered. He, of course, could take hers. She's so strong and unintimidated by life. I love that. I always think she doesn't get that from me. But then one night Byron and I were talking about her and I mentioned that I don't percieve myself in that way. He said something like, "Are you kidding me?" He went on to say that I was crazy strong and independent and full of courage. And that he both admires me and fears me at times. Funny. Because I sort of always feel like I'm winging it. And still trying to figure out what I want to be when I grow up. And quite vulnerable through it all. Back to Bea's last name conundrum... I suggested that some couples decide to keep both names. They join them together. She actually liked that idea. Of "hooking them together."
She's been doing so much thinking into the future. The other day she asked me, "Mom, are you going to have the school when I'm all grown up? Well, because, if you are, then I'll send my children to you." I asked her what will she do while her children are at school. "Well, I'll be busy taking care of the horses...doing my horse chores and rounding up cattle. Stuff like that." Since she wants to send her kids to me, she says she needs to continue living in our small town. I'd say that's a win for this future grandma.
Well, I've got to go check on some bread that's been rising. And sike myself up to sort through some business tax gunk.