It's the weekend and I'm almost caught up on sleep, which makes this post possible. Breklor is here this weekend. He just came for the exhibit at the Seattle Art Museum and is going back tomorrow, but I'm enjoying his company a lot. We had dinner at Johnny Rocket's with my kids, iguanahey and wandawonka and their kids. Then went to Westlake to the "computer on the ground" outside of Daiso on the bottom level. Penny gave a panhandler a dollar. We'd talked about this before and I've told her all the reasons I don't give money to panhandlers, but she said to me "how would you feel if you were hungry and needed money and someone who wasn't hungry didn't give you money?" She's seven. In that one moment I was very glad to know her and happy to be with her and (I admit it) proud of her. Most of the evening she was downright spazzy and not very well behaved so having a good moment with her was a nice relief from the other stuff. She wasn't awful, but she was bouncy and not listening and swinging her umbrella around and chasing pigeons and charging ahead without waiting for the adults. It was not much like her usual behavior. Sar and Penny are a handful downtown and maneuvering them is exhausting. I owe wandawonka a big debt of gratitude for stepping in and doing pinch-hitting parenting when I was too steamed up to deal appropriately with them.