Holler Power!

Tallulah says, "I can't post!" For her holler power is no more. "Can't ride the stationary bike fast enough to create power." Tears flow down cheek. She sad. She no power.

She makes me giggle as she sits on her kitchen floor on a land line peering at the spots on her floor that her mop missed. Me sad for her. I gallop with my fingers.

"The first entry in a blog is never Shakespeare," says Yaye.