If I could say the title of this the way that Victoria and Thad do, you might understand the significance. When they say this, they deepen their voices and send them into silliness just a little–they draw out the “aaaaaiiiiii” in brain and you know they are talking about icky, sticky preserved in a jar gray matter–not the computer that is in everyone’s head.
Victoria is taking an AP psychology class this year. She had to do a project on The Brain. This is it.
I had to use my own brain more than a little bit to figure out how to get a full-sized styro foam head to balance while dangling from a wire coat hanger. Brains are very, very interesting and amazing and indescribable, but Victoria made a really cool model. She enjoyed this study–learning about the amygdala and the hippocampus and the different cortices. Her brain is firing on many, many cylinders.
We are ten days into November, and I’m not quite sure how we got here. The time change allows us lovely sunrises in the morning on the way to school at 6:25 give or take five minutes. There has been rain the past couple of weeks. The weather has gotten cooler, and the light has changed.
Tony continues to clear things out of the woods behind out house. I had just been a big bramble, but as he clips and cuts and prunes, you can see the beauty that is there. This leads to big piles of brush–mainly yaupon, green briar, and grape vines–that need to be burned. I help him here and there with the clearing and the burning. . .when I’m not balancing brains–mine and everyone else’s. Victoria is somewhere on the phone with her friend Angelica. They set up a Pinterest board today entitled “Victoria and Jelly are Awesome.” They are 15. I remember 15–at least pieces of it. It involved a lot of laughter and being loud and football and basketball games and a play in the spring. My brain probably remembers more than that, but it has too many other things that struggle to the top to take precedence.
Tony and Thad are in the living room discussing Boy Scout things while playing Star Wars games on some game system (Nintendo 64–thank you Stephanie). Thad practiced his trumpet earlier–first year in band. He’s in middle school now–6th grade. His brain is learning new things–and his brain loves his Momma, so that makes me happy.
We have much to be happy about–and I hope you do to, on this fine Sunday evening in the first third of November.