Solitude

Bella and I finished our Facetime unit on sloths today with 15 minutes to spare. She asked me to read to her, and I chose this poem and asked her what she thinks about it. 

Solitude

I have a house where I go
When there’s too many people.
I have a house where I go, 
Where no one can be;
Where nobody ever says “No”;
Where no one says anything—so
There is no one but me.
—A. A. Milne, in Now We Are Six.

“It’s his imagination, that house. In my imagination I have a house where I can watch Sam & Cat on TV as much as I want, read books, play on my iPad with no limits, call my BFF, eat, sleep, and repeat. Where nobody says no. I’d keep that part.” 

This afternoon I took another walk. This former parking garage is marked for demolition, but construction has stopped for the present. Some little brown birds are setting up housekeeping under the eaves. I heard on the news that because human activity has nearly stopped and noise has been reduced, some birds are already adapting. They’re giving full voice to their songs, taking up space, listening to each other and doing more call-and-response because they can hear each other for a change. Enjoy it while you can, little birds.

[Is it just my computer and my wifi, or are other people finding that Blipfoto loads very v-e-r-r-r-y slowly?]