His Dogness

Dear Diary,

One day it was spring and the next day it was summer. There were bugs all over the place. And it was hot and I got sweaty even though I was just standing there.

I said I thought we ought to turn on the air conditioning in the house but Momma said no. She said she didn’t mind turning on the air conditioning in the car in May but it just wasn’t right to turn it on the house in May.

Kim started to tell me a story about how when he was my age that only rich people had air conditioning and every summer he sweated enough to fill the Grand Canyon.

“Pish posh,” I said.

Someday I want to go to the Grand Canyon. But I don’t want to stand too close to the edge.

The next day it turned cold and rainy. Mr. Perryman was talking to Mr. Whitfield. “Short summer,” he said.

When Kim picked me up at school, I asked him to turn on the heat in the car.

“Can’t do it, Sparkle Girl,” he said. “It’s my job to make sure that you learn to be tough. If I turn on the heat, you will grow up soft and unable to face the harsh realities of life.”

“Pish posh,” I said.

Signed,
Sparkle Girl