Vowels

That's what J was going on about last night. Vowels. She used to get phone calls a lot, but now, she talks to her lawyer and her voice coach and sometimes her friend Aim on the phone. Yesterday, the lawyer made her mad about papers she didn't want to talk about so then there was the voice coach.

He's an English guy so he talks different and he wants her to talk like him. He has her looking up all these actors on the machine and listening to things he thinks she'll like in order to make her talk better. And yesterday, he told her to concentrate on the vowels. So she kept saying words with lots of vowels to me last night. It was strange.

This morning, nice.

One of those mornings where she leaves the balcony door open and you can hear the birds and wind blowing in the trees. You can even smell the big water a little. It's nice. And quiet. Just me, J, the cats, and the kid.

J made pancakes and made me a filled bone. The kid called out things from the news to her. J doesn't watch TV and now nobody tells her the news. She sees things from the world on the machine, but doesn't know what happened down the street. So the kid tells her.

They eat these long skinny popsicles and neither one likes the purple. Sometimes they bring each other the purple anyway and... well, they're pretty funny. These are my favorite mornings.

Don't know what the day will bring, but so far so good. The kid will leave and it'll be me, J, and the cats. Should be a peanut butter day. With Vowels. I'll keep you posted.

Cosmo