i have been meaning to catch some video of mimi reading. she's getting to a point where she can read a whole book by herself. she loves to spend all night in bed reading book after book after book. some nights rob and i have to yell at her several times to go to bed and get some sleep! but as a result her reading is really improving. she still gets stuck on hard words and often uses semantics and meaning cues to figure it out, but doesnt understand cross checking for visual cues yet so her reading isnt 100% accurate as of yet. but she is easily reading about 90 percent of the words on her own correctly. here's mimi reading a book called Mouse Paint, which is at an early second grade reading level.
sometimes when i think about giving up on life in general, and sitting like a blob all day, unbidden my mind fills up with images of a neglected garden turning brown, rotting, dying, and thats often enough motivation to keep going, if for no other reason than to prevent the desolation from becoming reality. is it weird that when i think of dying one day, that i get sad knowing my garden will die when i am gone? i dont think anyone else would go tend to it when i am no longer around. i hope they will at least keep a plant or two in remembrance of me, but the little pollinator waystation i've been working for several years now to create will likely be razed and no more.
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