Journal, Day 62

Morning came harsh and swift from the moment it was time to rise. The youngest children were challenging to rise, hanging their heads in fatigue. The elder children were still nestled in their beds, attempting to postpone the inevitable. With a stroke of grace, the benefactor and youngest children managed to leave the house in a timely manner.
 
A long day forthcoming, the benefactor set up the children with the talking, portable, picture player, indulging their requests for various forms of animation and story. This settled the wee ones until roughly noon, when lunch time pains racked their bodies and increased their whining ratio greatly. After being fed, the children settled back into their zombie like state, merely breaking the quiet to argue over matters that were so inconsequential a gnat wouldn’t care, as they watched a holiday movie despite summer still lingering.
 
After the long work day, the benefactor prepared to pick up the eldest female, who communicated, without asking, that she expected the benefactor to transport a school mate to a train stop. This precipitated an argument after dropping the classmate at her destination, as the eldest female, a non-transporter, did not comprehend the angst of being committed to transport another, as she saw it as, “no big deal.” This vexed the benefactor, who had picked up the elder female to attend an event in Santa Fe proper, and was detoured. The benefactor did take internal, small glee in knowing that one day, whence the elder female began operating a moving vehicle, there would be plenty of opportunity for the benefactor to ask her to drop off various family, which would be, “no big deal.”
 
The benefactor and three children attended a Rally Against Racism, which is sadly required in these dark and dire times. Sitting on the ground, the youngest female sad forlorn, claiming she was famished, despite eating during the entire time they traveled to arrive. The elder female, already on the benefactor’s list of people she would rather not engage, also began complaining, and asked to leave the rally to acquire food, which would take the entire rally time. The benefactor managed to coral them for 40 minutes, before the youngest lay on the ground as if she might perish.
 
The children and benefactor trudged back to the moving vehicle they just left and traveled to a general store to acquire food necessities. As they began collecting their items, the elder male communicated that he had arrived at the homestead without any way to enter, and had been sitting outside for approximately one hour. This forced the benefactor and children to hustle and rush, likely forgetting critical items. Whence they arrived, the elder male sat sitting on a stoop, looking fatigued and embarrassed. When the benefactor reminded him that a spare key had been left with close by companions, his face dropped even more.
 
Finally home, a meal was quickly procured, and the children settled in to watch a moving picture they have seen now approximately 13 times about an infant in higher management, the younger two falling asleep before the end was reached, the canine happy to rest on their warm bodies.