Yesterday, the benefactor and eldest female spent the day furiously using their fingers to communicate in anger via small talking machines, arguing over perceptions and future events. When the benefactor finally arrived home, they silently showed forgiveness by watching the media box and lightly chatting. The benefactor decided it would not be a day to mention some of the things that were left undone in the flat, as it might only precipitate another standoff, and the balance that was barely achieved toppled.
 
Tis finally the denouement of the week. For the first time in four days, the benefactor received a full night of slumber, and woke feeling human once more. The morning has been so quiet, and lacking a warmth and joy that the elder male brought daily. He arrived safely to his destination and has been immersed in the culture and beauty of the grand city. He promises daguerreotypes of his adventures upon his return, which feels untouchable.
 
Again, the benefactor rose for calisthenics at 0600. The sun had risen strong and clear, with birds greeting the morning with fervor. It is summer’s promise of endless possibilities that make the days feel more magic, and make such early greetings to the world less tedious and painful. May the rest of the day bring such peace.

Twas a quiet and lonely morning for the benefactor. The youngest male was spirited off at 0630, and the only noises were those of the females slumbering in sweet repose. Her morning routine felt a tad empty without the eldest male there in the background. She was pleased he arrived safely to his destination, and was optimistic that his artistic training would be productive and fruitful.
 
She transported to work, feeling a pang at the empty co-pilot seat next to her. When she arrived, stepping into her administrative box, the eldest male’s backpack sat in her chair, a reminder of his absence. She valiantly fought back tears but they refused to be tempered, and her wistful heart gave into a momentary lapse of grief. She hopes the adjustment to his leave will be hasty.
 
The night before, their dwelling was filled with an eerie silence of familial mourning. The benefactor came home to find that the eldest female had tidied up a substantial amount of the living space, and wondered if she was becoming ill with a ravenous disease that forces behavior that is antithetical to one’s true nature. She will continue to monitor for any signs or symptoms of a dreaded contagion, although she would not be opposed if this side effect became a permanent change.

Today is bittersweet. The eldest of our clan will be traveling north to the midwest for an extended period of seven weeks, where he will receive instruction in the art of ballet. Due to educational duties, our benefactor is unable to transport him to the avion center, and she feels forlorn. Although his transportation has been arranged, it is the absence of a formal goodbye just prior to departure that hurts her heart.

Last night we celebrated with an evening repast at a local saloon. Immediately, our benefactor had to accompany the youngest to the lavatory, where a door in the wall led her to exclaim, "maybe this leads to certain death!" In our usual fashion, the dinner eventually degraded into a bickering match, as we can't get enough of arguing in public, much to our benefactor's chagrin. At one point, one of us pretended to leave, so fully frustrated with our exercise of vicious wit. However, everything was quickly smoothed over with Nutella milkshakes.

Our home still remains a minor disaster, as the eldest female chose to indulge in a marathon of 'Gossip Girl' on the moving picture box rather than tidying up from her celebration. To say our benefactor was displeased is a severe understatement.

It will be so quiet without our clan leader, and not quite as neat. May the next two months pass with the speed of lightning, and may he be returned safely to our hearts.

This morning greeted us harshly. The females were given the sweet luxury of sleeping in, whilst the males were to rise slightly after dawn. Catching extra sleep during our transportation was a necessity.
 
The past weekend was a blur of festivities and chaos. Our kindly benefactor planned a soiree to note the aging of the eldest of us. We, at times, bitterly complained and argued over the preparations, even evoking threats to cancel the celebration. We would then ask for certain specialty items, such as ice cream sprinkles, which created angst. We resorted to writing pleading messages on the shopping lists we provided her, even in foreign tongues, hoping she would she reason and provide those things most coveted.
 
We celebrated the coming of age with a large group of hormonal beasts we call friends. Over twenty of us gathered at one point to eat mass quantities of beet hummus, chips, dip, and pizza. The eldest child had his face pushed into a gelatinous mass, and we roasted marshmallows to make sandwiches over a fire. It was all very wild and wonderful.
 
Eight of us spent the evening slumbering beneath the stars and spread across our casual living space. We were still celebratory when our benefactor finally fell asleep at 0245. We were also kind enough to wake her at 0830, just guaranteeing she would receive slightly less than six hours of sleep. Another benefactor kindly brought us burritos, and we gathered around the moving picture box to watch the show our party was designed to replicate. Twas a wonderful experience, although our modest living space is still in throes of disaster. We may or may not decide to assist with its clean up on this quickly arriving Monday.

The night before, the benefactor, having worked until the tip of dusk was just gliding below the mountains, arrived home to discover the eldest female splayed on the settee, engrossed in an anthropological study of youth titled, 'Gossip Girl'. It is her third time studying the ways of this culture. The living space was relatively tidy, again surprising, until the eldest inquired about a social gathering for the following evening with her confidants, which explained the brief spurt of motivation.

This morning was thick and still. Not even the dog rose to greet the benefactor. As she wandered into the kitchen to concoct her daily chai tea blend required to manage at her place of industry, she discovered the kitchen sink refilled with dishes that must have mated and birthed overnight, as she had diligently emptied the sink the night before. She then went to the ice box to retrieve her imported butter needed for her breakfast beverage, and discovered the eldest female had left an approximately 1/4 inch square in its wrapper. This may mean certain death, as this is not the first violation of Kerrygold the eldest female has performed.

Hastily, the benefactor whipped up her liquid refreshment and shuffled off, deciding that death, at the earliest, would be left until later. Perhaps your prayers will spare her.

Today we slumber. The heat has been sapping our energy, and our general posture resembles melted wax sliding down the couch. Our benefactor rose in the wee hours of the morning to attend a gathering for physical fitness, leaving us in repose at 6:15am. We are in awe of her stamina, as she barely seems to sleep these days, not sleeping until 1:00am the evening prior, especially considering her significant age advantage. One of us was awoken briefly to provide a necessary image for ordering our celebratory dessert for our festivities tomorrow. She recovered by eating a toaster waffle and returning to sleep.
Our preparations for our party continue to move forward. Today we will finish rearranging our space to accommodate guests, and prepare vittles for the celebration. It should be a grand time, provided we are spared the chaos we have grown accustomed to. We look forward to hosting our friends and family for this joyous occasion.

Not much to report. Our homestead lives in a constant state of chaos and dishevelment. The benefactor is beginning to question if we have what it takes for individual survival. Summer has bloomed and it is excessively hot, leading to flared tempers and frustration. Everyone seems to react like a struck match, and we are dying for rain to break the spell.
We are deep in preparation for the celebration of life we are hosting this weekend. Every morning our benefactor gives us a list of what we must accomplish, and every day we do not complete it. It is our dance. We are waiting to see how patiently she can ask us to weed the front lawn before it becomes a confrontation. She is unaware of our secret, psychological testing. So far, she has passed.
It is quieter without the younger two, less frantic, yet we miss their constant questioning of authority and useful ability to wear down the benefactor’s will when we are battling for something we deem necessary for our continuance. Tis our greatest weapon. We look forward to their return tomorrow.

This morning came at a frantic pace. With the exception of the youngest of us, we woke late, and rushed to prepare for the first day of summer. The eldest male was to prepare lunches the night before, but in his usual fashion, forgot. We hastily filled our pails with whatever we could pull together in a miniscule amount of time.
The youngest carried her pet skeleton, Fluffy, all morning in a blanket, as it was cold. The kind benefactor was informed that Fluffy objected to having a photograph preserve her image, and might, in fact, bite her face off. The youngest, we shall call her CR, also regaled the benefactor with gossip from her day camp, including an intensive story where another friend told her friend that 'her heart was black as night'. The benefactor was taken aback by such a vivid statement from such a short person.
Our morning crescendoed when the youngest male, call him CT, lay hands on CR, invoking a spate of weeping, after she stomped on his foot. For the 1,000,000th time the kind benefactor reminded him that he should seek her for counsel before attempting to solve his own injustices. CT claimed that he was acting in self-defense, whereas the benefactor pointed out that he, in fact, was merely enacting vengeance. We then argued the entire way to our transport, where the benefactor felt it necessary to raise the volume of the music box to a level where she could no longer hear our voices, leaving us to eat toasted waffles without speaking.

Twas a hectic morning. No one wished to rouse, and the kind benefactor had to remind us several times to awaken. She herself was exhausted from manufacturing new beds for the females the previous evening in the sweltering heat. The afternoon repast was hastily packed as it was forgotten the evening before. Breakfast was a simple dish of strawberries and Mexican crema, prompting the youngest to yell to her slightly older brother, "Come get your Mexican," as her eldest, Mexican brother looked on with a mixture of confusion and slight offense. The saving grace of the morning was that the elder female did not need to be awaken from her slumber, which is always a precarious and dangerous endeavor. Tonight we continue to build, preparing the house for weekend festivities, provided we can continue to thrive in this chaotic world.