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Just sitting down to work. My ex dropped Trinity off at a little after ten this morning so we could spend extra time with her before we leave on tour. (ex always sounds so punitive, but calling him Trinity’s father makes it sound odd, too.) So Jon and I spent the day with her. We did lunch out, our friend Richard joined us. He’s also house, dog, and crab sitting. This will be his first time sitting for the crabs while they molt. Molting is a mysterious and dangerous process. Bluebell, and now Frankenstien both caught us off guard with the molting, and have subsequently died. Frankenstien was doing fine until some time during the night about two weeks ago, some of the larger crabs ate most of the arms on one side off. So we put him in an isolation tank with extra heat and humidity. We did everything the crab sights recommended and he still died. Trinity doesn’t know yet. Mainly because the sick crab tank is above her eye level. This is our last weekend day with her before we leave. We’re sort of waiting for the right moment to break it to her.
After lunch we went to the local book store, and all of us looked for books. Jon and I for books to take on tour. Trinity for books to read for her enjoyment. She picked the book THE WITCH WHO WAS AFRAID OF WITCHES. I haven’t read it yet, but it looks interesting. She picked it on her own with no help from us. Genetics is so interesting. She didn’t get my curly hair, but she ended up with my oddly morbid streak, in a fun sort of way.
We had chais and a hot chocolate in the cafe area. She had a cookie. All good. Then we came home to help her continue to work on her bicycle riding. The training wheels have just come off. Her father said she’d worked on it yesterday and was making great progress. So we decided to help her keep it going. Good idea, right? I’d run Pippin along side and we’d have a real family moment. I can’t explain exactly, but Jon and I have different attitudes on how to teach bike riding. Conflicting philosophies. Richard had gone on an errand, so by the time he returned we ran by him our differing philosophies, and he sort of agreed with Jon. So be it. Jon and I can’t teach her to ride at the same time. Or maybe, I’m just not good at explaining the physics of bike riding.
Admittedly, I learned to ride a two wheeler by being dragged to the top of my Aunt Bonita’s driveway. A very steep driveway, and they let go of the bike. Wheee! There was a moderately busy road at the bottom of the driveway. So you had to make the turn, or else. Trouble was the turn had gravel in a pocket right where you’d most likely skid out. If you didn’t make the turn, and managed not to get hit by the cars there was a tree placed perfectly so you’d run right into it. I swear that damned tree had a special bike attracting magnet in it. Anyway, my memories of learning to ride a two wheeler are fraught with peril, if not outright terror. I still remember the sensation of racing down that hill with a car coming, and knowing I was not going to turn in time. Knowing I was hurtling to my death, missing the car, and hitting the tree, or throwing myself into the gravel purposefully as an alternative to hitting a speeding car. So maybe my attitude is a little too protective. Richard says I have some valid points, but that Jon does, too. So Jon and Richard are outside with Trinity and her bike. I am inside doing this, and when I stop, I will have to finish up an e-mail interview that is due tomorrow. Then, if there is time, I will actually do pages.
Maybe the day didn’t go as smoothly as I wanted, but sometimes it’s important as a couple to understand that sometimes your philosophies are so different, some things must not be done together. Sometimes neither of you is right, or wrong, just different, and you gotta give each other the space to do it differently, without the other person hovering.
Jon just peeked into the office. He’s limping. Trinity wiped out just infront of him. He tried to save her from falling, and ended up on the ground with her. He’s in search of peroxide for her scrapes, none of them too bad. She’s not even bleeding. Richard is making an ice pack up for Jon’s knee. Hmm.
Jon says she made three houses length before she wiped out and her steering was improving. I’m going to go and give everybody a hug.