By Further Demand

We just moved from Roland on down to Des Moines. One of the carrots we gave to Nyssa before the move was that in Des Moines we'd have room for her to have her own desk. A desk we believed to be in our storage unit. I could visualize the dam desk in the dam storage unit. Needless to say on the day we moved the desk was nowhere to be found.
Kathy, not wanting me to be a lying no good two-bit father, stepped in and sent Katy's girlhood (as if she wasn't still in it!) desk, which we received in a gigantic truck two days ago. Below is the picture of Nyssa coloring at her desk before it found its more final resting place (For you other nosy people out there, that is the eat-in portion of our kitchen and back door. The kitchen is off to the right. Directly left is the side door and basement door. The hallway behind leads to the front door, steps upstairs, and with a quick left, the living room).

Look at those feet. Lookit!

Nyssa was really excited to get her desk. She asked us, "what are these for?"And we said, "drawers to put your stuff in."
And she said,"What is the hole for?" and we said, "that is for your legs so you can scoot right up to the desk" [editors note: you can see her utilizing this deluxe feature in the picture above.]
And she asked us "what is this for?"
And we said, "that is the desk top, it is where you will do your work."
And we thought she was so smart! she doesn't even know what the flat surface on a desk is for.



About the video, I heard her singing this song--made famous, to her, by Elizabeth Mitchell, and went to get the camera. Nyssa kept singing and let me record some. Elizabeth Mitchell recorded the song because she heard her daughter singing it coming home from school one afternoon when she was four or five, Nyssa singing here, then, is, as Walker Percy would say, a rotation.
The other great thing about the video was that Nyssa was not singing like herself, but rather to herself in a joking falsetto (like her old man). Needless to say, I am very proud.

Just now at bedtime for books, with Leila trying on Kaitlyn's old cheeks.