School was NOT GOOD today! This is how I looked, all day:
Because it is NOT EASY to sleep on the floor in our foyer.
Charlie actually asked, “Are you okay? Do you need me to take you to the nurse?” That’s how bad it was.
This was the other bad thing about school: Ms. Chanda is in love with weekend homework! I have a quiz on rates of change AND medians and modes—which she just taught us today!—plus I have to write a story about being a Dutch settler in New York, plus I have to memorize 20 spelling words.
I MISS MY OLD SCHOOL!
At least I can call Charlie for help.
Eye-Della is here! Mom helped her get all set up in her room, and introduced her to everybody. Even though Jo and I met her already, on the day of her interview.
Then Mom said to Eye-Della and Granny, “Why don’t you two get to know each other while I make dinner?” And they sat down together in the living room.
I had to spy! To make sure Eye-Della treats Granny right when she thinks no one else is around.
Spies must be fit, because at any moment they might need to escape a dangerous situation or confront an enemy. How far and fast could you flee, if you were to need to disappear into the night?
NOBODY in this family is disappearing into the night. Eye-Della is going to help with that.
Do you have sufficient training to fight and vanquish your foe, should the need arise?
Is Eye-Della my foe? Because I am definitely not allowed to fight Eye-Della. Or any other old lady. I’m not even supposed to hit or kick Jo.
Except, I would DEFINITELY hit and kick Eye-Della if she hurt Granny.
What steps will you take to ensure that you reach your optimal level of preparedness and physical fitness?
I just took very quiet steps closer to the living room door. So I could hear Granny and Eye-Della better. They’re finally talking!
Granny: “I remember that time. Do you remember?”
Eye-Della: “Which time is it you’re thinking of?”
Granny: “The time years ago when you cried in the kitchen corner, with the lima beans.”
Eye-Della: “I never did like lima beans.”
Granny. “I know you didn’t!”
Granny is laughing. Now they’re both laughing.
Eye-Della: “To everything there is a purpose, I know—even lima beans. But that doesn’t mean I like them!”
More laughing.
I had to stop spying then, because Mom called me from the kitchen, to help her with the twice-baked potatoes.
I love twice-baked potatoes.
I’m also liking Eye-Della so far. Because:
1) She sits nicely with Granny, and she would notice if Granny got up to go to South Lovelace.
2) She talks nicely to Granny, too, even when Granny is not making sense. For example, Granny couldn’t have seen Eye-Della cry in the kitchen corner with lima beans years ago. She didn’t even know Eye-Della years ago. But Eye-Della didn’t argue one bit with Granny.
3) As far as I can tell so far, Eye-Della is not unusually gassy.