our chickens have started laying. just lovely. everyone [well almost everyone] wants to go collect the eggs. but I'm watching. before you know it, they're going to be complaining and saying "but I did it yesterday, its your turn now".
and that's all for now. because I can't think of anything else. the heat makes everything.. hot. so mostly we just stay inside and stare at each other. not really. school. and music. though my violin pegs are slipping which means - anna can't play her violin - which means - sadness - which means - more piano - which means - printing tons of sheet music [just got Love Story meets Viva La Vida by Jon Schmidt. Its amazing. I suggest listening to it, if you haven't already. I love it. and Turkish March, Chariots of Fire, and my favorite - besides Love Story - 10,000 Miles. ]
-Anna