Since we landed here in late August we've been in a site conveniently located right next to the bathroom (wireless towers are on the roofs) and the swimming pool. The only space next to our front door is a small one, so hardly anyone ever parks right next to us. Usually a neighbor will be a foreigner in a rental RV, who if we are lucky are about to return their RV and will leave you goodies that they can't bring home with them such as spatulas, canned tuna, vodka, and port wine. We had the misfortune of being given a six pack of extra-thick Charmin with Aloe, which has completely clogged our septic system, but that is a different story.
Anyway, we got a bit tired of people peering into Zorah's room; the back wall opens down and we prop it parallel to the ground to make a porch. Not a lot of privacy. So today we moved to a new site.
What is significant about this? Well, as I was reorganizing everything from the move Zorah offered to help. So I swept the floor and then she mopped. I showed her how I pour a little hot water on the ground to wet our mop (well, a Swiffer WetJet), then spray once the mopping pad is wet. I also showed her how to hold the handle so that she was pushing with the weight of her body instead of trying to just use her wrist and arm. She had fun mopping the entire 45 square feet, lol.
It was interesting to try to explain how to do something which I don't even think about anymore since I've done it so often. And it was gratifying that Zorah was willing to listen. Since she could talk, she's been saying "Please just let me do it my way." I am curious as to whether her new willingness to listen is due in part to me being less of a disciplinarian of late.
There was no gymnastics triathlon today because her musical theater class had an extra rehearsal today. One of her teachers says that Zorah is a riot and has asked that I bring her to one of the acting/voice classes at the teacher's studio. We're thinking about it.
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