Saturday, May 14, 2011

Friday the 13th

Our house is small.

Let me clarify: our apartment is small.

Let me clarify still further: our two rooms and two lofts are far too small for a family of nine.

Of course, I’m not complaining because I know that gradually, every day, the termites are making it bigger.

One room holds my parents in the loft and has a make-believe kitchen without a stove but with a microwave, a refrigerator, counters, and drawers. Also scattered on tables and desks in this room are several instruments of mental torture (commonly called homeschool books).

The other room holds the rest of the family - seven people - and a lot of beds. I sleep in the corner on a bed that’s never made.

Now sleeping in the same room as six other people would not seem to be the ideal situation to anyone - but when they are your sisters it’s even worse.

But they ARE better than the rest of the residents in the house - namely termites, cockroaches, and oh, yes, a rat. (But I like the geckos.)





Anyone want to escape to the land of natural wonder?

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