Outside my window. . . a typical hot, humid, summer morning. At least there is some cloud cover, so the sun is not so brutal as it sometimes is.
I am thinking about. . . Oliver Twist! I have finally reached the climax of the book. . . Bill Sykes is now dead, Monks is caught, and Fagin is about to be hanged. . . what a dark, violent book! As with all Dickens, however, there is always a glimmer of light in the midst of the darkness.
From the kitchen. . . nothing right now.
I am creating. . . a weird, totally useless crocheted thingummy out of hideously-coloured cotton. Because I felt like crocheting something. . .
I am reading. . . just finishing Oliver Twist, then I have 5 days in which to re-read Jane Eyre before book club on Saturday. AAAHHH!!
I am hearing. . . siblings playing outside, sparrows chirping their little heads off, cicadas ZZIZIZZZZing.
I am hoping. . . as I said above, to read Jane Eyre in 5 days.
I am planning. . . nothing. . .
I am wearing. . . one of my new tiered skirts, and a brown top. . .
Around the house. . . typical [home]school day - schoolwork, playing, talking. . .
My wish of the week. . . that I would grow as a person. How much can your character 'grow' in one week? One millimetre? How do you measure character, anyway?