5/7/09 Btown and the littles/ the dogs

There was rain in the predictions.  So I knew I might be driving in the rain.  The cookout for Xavier's new school was canceled due to predicted rain.  So I thought.  Well,  I've driven in the rain before.  It will be o.k.   But thanks Lord.  It didn't rain one drop.  I was so grateful. 

Clear skys made me feel love and grace,  as though even this dog situation will clear up.  The dogs.  Like an elephant in the room.  I think they might encourage me to talk to Margo again.  More on this later--when I make up my mind.  At least her dog,  Sammy,  doesn't bite.  

I had to stop for gas and of course for Starbucks.  The coffee keeps me awake.  So I have to stop.  I was still early to pick up X and got to do my puzzle while I waited.  As I drove closer to the school's front door,  I could see X playing basketball on the school playground.  He made some baskets.  He was so concentrated.  But he saw me driving up and he came right up to the car.  

He was hungry and glad to see the blueberry muffin from Starbucks.  He didn't want to talk about his school day,  so we talked about pet society.  At home,  he wanted to get his homework done and to show me his basketball skills.  He is so determined.  He plays with concentration and imagination.  He was playing against Boston.  He was I.U.  He had a dialougue that went along with his game.  I was surprised to see how creative his shots were.  He's learned so much from watching pro and college games.  He's so smart.  

Finally his cheeks got red and he went in for a drink of cold juice.  He poured and I held the glass.  Then tired we watch t.v. together.  The pizza came but he wasn't hungry.  

Rain and Ry came home with Violet.  She always wants to come right to me.  It's so cute.  She says my name with love and trust.  We watched some of X's show.  Then all sat down to eat.  V ate a few bites and then wanted to watch The Wiggles.  She loves those Wiggles.  Later we sit together and she eats peanut butter from a small spoon.  She wants me to help her dig more out.  I wonder how she gets all that sticky stuff down,  but she does.  I make up a story about Rocky,  the dog.  In the story,  I ask Rocky,  what do you like best and he says, "Barking. "  He is a very barky dog.  Then he says eating,  (so true) ,  the drinking water,  playing outside and so on.  V made me tell this story (I used a doggie accent like a growl) about 20 times.  She laughed and enjoyed it every time.  

My ride home was soft in the dark.  I was a little tired.  I should have stopped for tea or cocoa.  But I didn't.  Next time.