Autumn
Barely noticed the summertime. I think it came around for a few days, long enough for me to throw our air conditioner into the living room window and run up one electric bill. I’ll have to rip it out of the window before we get the house powerwashed. Despite all the global warming, the A/C was almost more trouble than it was worth this year, and it feels like the hot weather’s history. Maybe the change of seasons is partly to blame for Ava’s refusal to let us sleep. She’s been waking up throughout the night, screaming at the top of her lungs, which seems to be her standard procedure for letting us know she’s either uncomfortable, or wants something, or who knows. She’s got one of those screams that can shatter a human skull. I’m surprised the neighbors haven’t called the cops yet. If we were still living in our apartment, I’m sure we’d have been visited repeatedly by now. It must sound like there’s torture going on, and in fact there is, but we’re the ones getting beaten up.
On the bright side, Gia seems to be enjoying preschool. It’s almost a month already. So far so good. I think she’s the only one getting any sleep at all.
