Post by Livvia on Jul 9, 2011 11:10:44 GMT -5
We enter Haley's house ready for work, sunglasses and lightsabers in hand. Literally. Doesn't matter if they're used at all; we just liked to be prepared in case a battle strikes.
No need to discuss it. We all go directly to the guest room, which contains the biggest bed we can use. We all fit on it, and that's what matters. I sit against the wall, along with Haley, using pillows for support. Ashely sprawls at the foot of the bed, totally at ease. The lone computer sits before Haley, just within my view. We're jabbering about who-knows-what -- it doesn't matter. Soon enough, we get down to business.
Or rather, Haley whips our butts into focusing. There are rules to refine, things to address, adminning to be done. We all discuss it and are on the ball for all of fifteen minutes. Mostly. At some point, Ashley pulls out a bouncy ball filled with glitter (Her "remembrall").
In no time, she and I are tossing the ball back and forth and counting the volleys -- her in spanish and me switching between english and french. Haley's working studiously while we get up to a record of 14. She interrupts us now and again so we can address the next issue she needs to type up (well... we stop counting. The ball's still going back and forth between us). This is house it goes on for a few hours until, finally, her dad calls up the stairs that dinner is ready. It's the only indication we need to know that work, for today, is done. Never mind that only one of us was REALLY working. We're still pleased with the progress we've made and laugh about how we got it done. As long as we're happy with it, that's the whole point, right?
No need to discuss it. We all go directly to the guest room, which contains the biggest bed we can use. We all fit on it, and that's what matters. I sit against the wall, along with Haley, using pillows for support. Ashely sprawls at the foot of the bed, totally at ease. The lone computer sits before Haley, just within my view. We're jabbering about who-knows-what -- it doesn't matter. Soon enough, we get down to business.
Or rather, Haley whips our butts into focusing. There are rules to refine, things to address, adminning to be done. We all discuss it and are on the ball for all of fifteen minutes. Mostly. At some point, Ashley pulls out a bouncy ball filled with glitter (Her "remembrall").
In no time, she and I are tossing the ball back and forth and counting the volleys -- her in spanish and me switching between english and french. Haley's working studiously while we get up to a record of 14. She interrupts us now and again so we can address the next issue she needs to type up (well... we stop counting. The ball's still going back and forth between us). This is house it goes on for a few hours until, finally, her dad calls up the stairs that dinner is ready. It's the only indication we need to know that work, for today, is done. Never mind that only one of us was REALLY working. We're still pleased with the progress we've made and laugh about how we got it done. As long as we're happy with it, that's the whole point, right?
