Grand Central: Me

I was just about to start practicing my cello, (actually, I was matching socks in my sock drawer. I get side tracked easily.) when mom called me downstairs. She had a "surprise" for me. A box of Grand Central cinnamon rolls. Even though there were six of them, I was only allowed one. It was delicious while it lasted. They seem so big, but once I unroll it into my mouth it becomes ever so short a time before the plate in front of me is empty. Save a few crumbs of brown sugar, a stray currant, and some buttery sugar mix. (I hesitate to call it caramel because I don't like caramel. It makes me sick to think of it.) I'm not in the habit of licking my plate, but I couldn't resist. Some cold milk was a happy ending though. John's birthday is coming up this month. Maybe I can look forward to having another one then. I continued on in the routine of the morning with cello practice, but mom was teaching James and Laura piano so my piano practice had to be postponed. That led to a few extra pages of grammar. When mom still wasn't done on the piano I climbed up on my bed and read Anne of Green Gables, or "Liturature", whichever makes it look like I'm doing school. The sun was streaming in my window and making the room very cozy. After I got tired of reading, I didn't bother to look at my clock, but rather lay my head down on a heap of blankets and took a very pleasant nap.