this enthusiasm with me (those of you with teenagers will know this is the ultimatecompliment), and I said it looked like this was turning into a magnum opus andcould it possibly become their junior thesis so they could get some credit for all thistime, but
said no, junior thesis had to be about a BOOK, and anyways, youhave to do your OWN junior thesis, they couldn’t do it together. So
said, well,how about gunning for extra credit, and Swoosh rolled his eyes, so I said “Hey!
Workin’ for you, baby!
” which was always Old Father’s joke, but I haveappropriated it, because I am now the only adult living at Nueva Casa Lucila, whichis what I have just decided to name my house, for reasons which I may divulge in alater issue. Or…maybe...Hacienda Helena. Old Father and I always had a penchantfor naming things. For example, the basement was the Nether Regions. The livingroom was the Grand Salon, or the Drawing Room, depending on whether we’d beenwatching French cinema or Masterpiece Theater on DVD after the most recent babyhad fallen asleep. And the porch was the Ramparts, or the Lido Deck, if we werehaving a cocktail under full moon while waiting for the most recent baby to fallasleep. Listen when you have three children in four years you don’t get out much.You have to make your own fun. Anyways. What I said was, I said: “Workin’ foryou, baby!” and sashayed out of the room, so the teenagers could make fun of mebehind my back in peace.
the little ones stay outside (outside is good!) and get totally into theterrarium aspect of the whole deal. They get pretty inventive, but I recentlyoutlawed water features unless we were dealing with a tightly-lidded container,even though my dining room rug has this earth-toned pattern ideal for hiding mudspots, which was actually why I bought it because I had three children in four yearsand knew which way the wind was blowing, housekeeping-wise.So where was I? Oh yes, the brief introduction that goes on for pages. It must behormones. Where I was, was this: I have so many MDO’s in the hopper I can’tthink straight. There’s Part 2 to “Ah, Wilderness,” and I bet there are SOME of youout there who haven’t forgotten about the long-promised “Sex and the Suburbs,”among other catchy titles. But what I really wanted to do with No.8 was just take an
, like they used to do in super- long movies, like
Gone with the Wind
(actually, refresh my memory, didn’t we have to go to the movie theaterfor two consecutive
on that one?) and give you a little update on the Scriblets,whom over the past year you have grown to know and love, which is easier for youbecause you don’t have to be with them 24/7
and we’ll start with thechickens.