Monday, May 01, 2006

The Best Medicine

There is a weakness of mind to which I readily confess: a fondness for the merry dance. We have been spinning and twirling for an hour, the older children and I - upsetting the cat’s milk as we pass, knocking the mirrors on the walls askew. Marianna provides us with a jig on her violin. It is ALWAYS the same dah-deh-dah… dah-deh-dah daah - da capo, as our little M. knows no other tune. We pray for the smallest embellishment to add variety and cannot hide our laughter when she starts it up AGAIN! The dancing only stops when Johannes is returned. N.


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