star misalignment?

Hopefully not for long...

Funny, how when one's washing machine does not work, everything else seems to fall apart. Take the Young Prince, for example. He has been potty-trained, for all practical purposes, since 2 1/2 or so. Nighttime accidents were occuring once every perhaps couple months, if that. Since our washer went out, he has wet the bed three times. I am now out of sheets. I hope the people who said they would show, do so today. Unfortunately, I had to give them black-out hours during which I have students in the home and cannot have repair people; I hope this doesn't work against me. However, the kind woman on the telephone yesterday even took the model number and serial number of the washer, and the name of the company that has not come through for me...perhaps they know they have a bit of a reputation here to establish.

To continue with yesterday's thoughts about La Princesita:

It was interesting last night, La Princesita came to me in my office and sat and told me that she missed Rosie. Out of the blue. She became very sad and she wanted to be held, and said that when I speak Spanish or teach Spanish she thinks of Rosie because that was the main connection we had with her and her mother. I have not spoken aloud of my conversation with her teacher to anybody and I know she does not read my blog--perhaps I hit the nail on the head. We read a good book about being a good friend and all that involves, including how hard it can be to extend oneself to make new friends (a problem I seem to be experiencing much more now than in my youth). Afraid? Of rejection? Of judgment? Of getting close and then losing, yet again? I have had my share of loss of friends, from either death or moving away. Neither is easy. Perhaps I am not setting a very good example for her.