With Jullio going senile shortly after his last birthday it is now up to me to document our lives. I'll be honest I don't understand his drive to record what has been happening here in this valley we call home or the world beyond. Part of my daily routine besides trying to understand the way chess pieces are supposed to move is tending what's left of Jullio's garden. I put everything I harvest in the cupboard, and keep it packed with snow. I have vague memories of a hot food called a tamale from street vendors, wrapped in corn husk. I have no understanding of how to take the corn from the cob to a paste, but I did figure out how to dry the corn husks. They are easier for me to write on and store than the big banana leaves. As my belly grows getting up and down the ladder gets harder. Yet I do it if for nothing more than one or two fresh berries to mash into the mre for our daily meal. I don't think my mom explained this to me properly. Holy hellz! Why did I agree to four children if possible before Jullio passes on. A son. I'm naming him Benedict. I wish I could talk to Shavonne to compare pregnancy and birth notes, but my brother Berjes lost track of which house she is staying in. I'm not sure of what to add or not add to this about our daily life. Everything is the same from day to day. Same sandwiches, same lure routine to get Jullio to bed, same chess moves over and over, same plant care. The only thing that changes is our sons diaper. On the upside Jullio loves rocking with Benedict. Really not in love with the whole sick while pregnant. At least I'm helping add to the next generation and the bio diversity of the community. I'm going to try some basic warm up's from when I used to go to pe daily to see if they help with the labor this time. We get a slightly warmer period of time. I discover that Jullio must have planted something outside, when two rows of trees sprout up. No wonder I was so tired with this pregnancy. Twins. I've named them Bridgette and Brandon. I think Brandon might have Jullio's green eyes. I'm starting to understand why Jullio uses the rocker so much. Hopefully only one more time. I'm not really sure Jullio understands what I'm asking about this being the last pregnancy. I only have one book for the babies to share. I wonder if they sleep so much from a lack of stimulation and hunger. Benedict transitioned to what I'll call child stage. It's clear that his eye are from my family. Hellz! Do twins run in Jullio's family?! This makes five babies, no more! Jullio practically snatched Buttercup from me and started cooing "My princess Buttercup". Given I was in the middle of pushing out her twin brother Buster I didn't argue. The only thing I'm sure of besides my complete exhaustion is that there are no doubts that Buttercup's eyes are green like Jullio's. Brandon's are too, but not the clear crystal green, his are more of a muddy green. I can finally try to figure out the chemicals that were brought into the valley from the station at the pass. I wonder how long the fall like weather will last? The weather hasn't shown any signs of warming further. That Jullio is enamored with Buttercup is beyond obvious. When she's to big to cuddle Jullio always responds to her questions with "as you wish". I wish I knew why our youngest daughter makes him remember an old movie, that was a classic before we were even born. With floor space limited I carefully moved the rocking chair downstairs to the garden. Given Jullio still sleeps in it all the time, and the children daring each other to sleep in the garden, it was a good move. Benedict is finally in what could be called his teens. I'm showing him all the stuff his dad showed me when I first moved in. Although the fish are just bone remains now. The annual cycles of warm weather destroyed the snow preservation that Jullio had spent so much time on. Knowing that my time is short. I take Benedict to the park, and try to explain about not talking to everyone. I also take him to where Jullio had set up the cart for sharing produce. I explain that while we don't actually own it or the lot it's on, we're the only family that does maintenance work on it. I point out the small flowering shrub that I'd managed to grow. Time has been flying past me, and before I realize it Bridgette and Brandon are teens too. I make sure to give them all of the same instructions that I gave Benedict. I'm finding myself more and more exhausted each day. I have so many questions with no answers.
I don't think any of our children have a doubt that Jullio intends for Buttercup to be his heir, the way he always addresses her as his princess. Although he's never neglected any of them or treated them any differently than her. Today I caught myself remixing combinations I already knew, and writing notes as if I'd just discovered the combination. I don't think I'm going to be the one to clear up any of the medical mysteries that landed us here, or cause some residents to turn mindless during the full moon.
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Addy
7/18/2020 11:59:50 am
TWO sets of twins? One word: yikes!!!
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