Daily Archive for June 25th, 2008

The Doll House

My first doll houseWhile talking to Dr. D one of the smaller ones popped out. Wide eyed and a bit frightened she slid to the far end of the sofa and right to the floor. Within her sights was a doll house. She’d seen it before and told him he needed to sweep her bedroom because it was dusty. She asked all kinds of questions about the house leading me to believe she’s in the “why” stage. She then said, “We should get one of these.” He asked what we would do with it. She said kind of confused, “Play with it.” She liked the wooden house. It looked real, not like a Fisher Price house with bold screaming colours that don’t allow the eyes to rest. For most of the session they talked about the house and different parts of it. Little did he know her small wish would be granted. For 99 cents at the local thrift store we brought home our first doll house ever. It is of course a fixer upper but in the spirit of a child I say, “It’s mine, all mine.” I don’t care if it’s a fixer upper or not. We’ll paint it and do whatever we want with it. Oh, someone said we should do a tiny mural inside. Oh how fun. Continue reading ‘The Doll House’

Love Letters

For a full hour we sit and talk as if we’re old friends with no problems, like we don’t hate one another, like we’re pleased to hear the others voice on the phone. We sat for a full hour chatting about a friend who has three months to live and how crabby he is waiting to die of cancer. I don’t say how harsh it sounds for you to call him crabby or for you to say his 15 yr old daughter is being unreasonably angry about living with a father who has Schizophrenia and three months to live. Your voice fades into fog and I can hardly hear you but I add a few acknowledgments anyway. Continue reading ‘Love Letters’