The End of Space

I was not disappointed when I hurled out of my car, up the stairs, leapt over 3 cats pretending to sleep, and 1 banana peel, tore down the front door and raced into my art room to read my comments today.

The visual journal page above is from Sunday. Here are a couple more pages from many moons ago on a trip I took out to Kansas to see my kinfolk. We aren’t from Kansas, but many of us landed there during the last great Moss migration.

Here’s Mama Moss on a recent shopping trip to find The World’s Boldest Purse. No one in my family leaves home without a camera. Plus the photos help M.M. remember specific things she liked about each item auditioning for a part in her wardrobe. Stay tuned to see which one got the part.

In other, completely unrelated and irrelevant news…I wish you could have heard Jose’s voice today demanding to know what Saturn’s rings are made out of, where EXACTLY is the end of space, and if there is water on the sun. I wish I wrote down every one of his questions, but he likes to ask them when we’re walking to lunch, or I’m on my way to my car after school, or during spelling tests. He knows that next to him, I am the world’s most curious person. Personally, I think the end of space question is hands down the best question I have ever heard a kid ask. EVER. And just as soon as I finish reading Stephen Hawking’s A Brief History of Time I’m going to try and answer it.