August 26th

Well, I finished my book today. It took me a bit longer to complete my reading of this one than it usually does. I'm normally able to finish reading an average sized book in a couple of days. I pride myself in my ability to read books farely quickly. The reason I was a bit slow reading this one was because I've been a bit distracted lately, with looking after new born kittens and my daydreams becoming a bit more fantastical. Mother tells me I daydream a bit too much. Daydreaming is just how I see the world.

I daydream about seeing all of the sights in New York with Ophelia and going with her on her trips to Paris. I daydream about being with Margit in Dublin, walking through the open fields around her sawmill and swimming in the beautiful blue waters she tells me about. I imagine riding on a horse alongside the wild ones that Corin mentioned once in a letter, and urging them on to run all the way across North America.

However, in one of my favorite daydreams, I've mastered the ability to fly. I leap off the cliff above the river and fly all the way around the world. A lot of the times I picture myself flying with a flock of birds. Sometimes the birds are graceful, long-necked swans. Sometimes they're a group of bickering ducks. Usually I imagine myself at the front of a 'V' of geese, heading south.

Then my daydream ends. When the daydream ends, it's normally because I've heard the meowing of a cat trying to convince me they're absolutely starving. (I'm writing about you, Ivy.) But there was one time I was so deep in a daydream (I can't remember exactly what it was) that I didn't notice Mari enter the kitchen. She plopped a heavy sack of flour down next to where I was sitting on the ground, absent mindedly petting one of my cats, and she startled me so bad I fell over. Cory laughed so hard that he fell over. Mari struggled to keep from laughing and hid her smile. She told me sometime after that my face had turned a hilarious shade of pink.

Anyways, I've just noticed how late it's gotten. The stars are out now. I daydream often about these, too. I wonder sometimes, when I look up at the brilliant sparkling black of night, if my brothers and sisters look up at the same sky.