Bedtime in 1988
#39 – May 4, 1990
Kastri, Greece
Our times in the morning are our best, especially when we get up on time, 6:00 – 6:15. You want stories of me or Auntie Lucia when we were young, then we’ll have breakfast, get dressed and go to the bus stop.
Now, as the weather gets better, I think we’ll walk to the bus. You’re taking piano and ceramics, although you’d rather have swimming, in September we’ll start.
I enjoy our mornings, sweetheart. When we’re together and peaceful, it’s so nice. I get angry with myself when I yell at you – I’m tired, worn out – and patience at the end of the day is low. I feel especially bad when you come around and say, “awight mammy,” you use my phrases when you get angry, and my expressions, basically gritting teeth.
