If my cousin hadn’t been taking a two hour nap when I walked in the door for a reading lesson, it might have gone better. I dunno. 

We read some poems from Where the Sidewalk Ends, which she giggled at some, skeptically ignored others, and was ready to stop after about an hour’s time.

The book we started last time, the book that she really seemed interested in and wanted me to read some more - that book she found terribly boring today. 

And all the other kids her family babysits were running around the place, and parents were interrupting as the kids went home, and her own mom wasn’t even there. 

If she is supposed to be improving over the summer, then I don’t see an improvement. I guess I’ll have to talk to her mom about all of this next time. 

Sigh. 

I need to watch some M*A*S*H now so I can feel less grumpy about my relatively small problems and immerse myself in the 4077th’s MUCH bigger problems. And then water the gardens and the orchards for two hours, and then spend the night as a corn-patch guard, sleeping out among the swarms of bugs and stars.

Five more weeks of vacation.

Summer’s going fast.