We are tired people. We've been stripping wall paper, building a rock wall, harvesting gourds, and hosting friends. Tonight, we all sleep well, I hope.
Val reminded me about buying stocks with kids. I used to have a book that teaches grownups how to explain the stock market to children. Its called, Wow The Dow, by Pat Smith. I remember that it makes a complicated topic manageable. But I think I'll get, Growing Money, by Gail Karlitz for Ry to study now.
These nights Henry and I are reading, The King In The Window, by Adam Gopnik. I especially enjoy Mrs. Pearson:
"Oliver," she said, "I keep meaning to ask you. What is a 'special research project'?"
Oliver suspected that she knew perfectly well, but he said only, "Oh. It just means--studying outside of school."
"You mean reading? And talking? And thinking?"
"Well, yes."
"Such a fancy term for such simple things. And doing it on your own? For its own sake?" she asked tartly.
"Yes. Well, you do get a grade in the end."
"Ah. It seems then that my life has been a special research project. I wonder what grade I shall get in the end?"
Oliver suspected that she was being ironic, but she turned away and was gone before he could be sure.
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Oh I'm laughing. What a great bit of dialogue. love, V
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