rain on the roof, laptop on the table

photo of trees by Lauchlin; half-finished painting by me

I am sitting on a cushion on the floor, listening to the rain on the roof, dreaming of rich indigo paint and stitching and one day having a pet daschund.

This week in my new class of five-year-olds, somebody sat on a banana. I have never seen a banana so flat. I would have screamed with laughter if I wasn't a teacher with a bewildered-looking five-year-old standing in front of me, bereft of her banana. I got her a new, three-dimensional banana.

It has been a good week.