February 26th, 2006


I like the cold. I came out of my room this morning, hair still wet, and I loved the way it felt. At least Tucson gets cold at night in winter, though this winter has been about the warmest and driest ever. With the exception of the last week of November. But that feels like years ago. I need more cold in my life.


I talked with Skylar this morning. She proceeded to reel off a great number of facts about ferrets. Kim says she has read the book she got from the library many times already. It was like hearing myself at her age. I used to lecture my mother about the latest topic of interest -- snakes, whales, rocks -- and read catalogues over and over trying to figure out whether I could acquire them somehow. I like the fact that Skylar is getting into stereotypically "boy" activities, like the marshaling of science facts -- all the boys in her class prefer to read non-fiction -- without losing all the girly ones that she was already into. I want to encourage to experiment with science and technology. It certainly made me feel better talking to her today, but I miss her. It's time to go home. First, though, I need to visit a certain location on Bardstown Road. . .