looking towards some progress

The pink phone went back to its maker. The back kept falling off and I didn't think I wanted to live with a taped up phone with compromised innards, anyway. And since the only thing I liked about it was the color, (it was too wide for my hand and I didn't like the buttons nor how hard it was to find the main menu.) a jazzier model with a better camera will come by delivery some time soon. I hope. I think the tot's wish is more urgent than mine, though. I put my chip in her phone for now and she's waiting for my replacement. As for my mosaic workshop, it may be a bit much to expect American 7 year olds to fit a bit of paper to a board one at a time and not over-lapping. Or maybe not. They seem a lot more excited about the concrete samples I've made than paper practice pieces. I would be, too. Although they have a city-wide show to represent what they've produced next month, I want them to create chunks of posterity to treasure and confound them fifty years from now when they are shopping for retirement condos. I don't know about you, but the last time we moved, I had to bubble wrap a plaster handprint Hubby made when he was three. It lurks behind some Limoges in the china cabinet.