Today, we get to go down to the community center and play video games with the village children. For some reason, I can only envision little boys jumping around, screaming, and attacking us. We'll see if it turns out that way, but probably not. Well, I hope not.
No work on the story. I tried to write more of it but I just wound up scribbling it out, which is fine by me except a real waste of ink. I may need more pens soon . . . but I need to sit myself down and force myself to work soon, or I shall never be done.
Did I say anything about the tractor yet? I don't think I did. Dad bought a new tractor, which isn't as big as the one we used to have, and I'm sure it'll be the envy of the neighborhood. Not only can it mow the lawn, but it can shovel the driveway and scoop up stuff also! I'm sure when Earl returns from his . . . *counts on fingers* five-month trip in March, he'll be keen to see the tractor. I think everybody will.