Writing

I am remebering now about how I need to write. More than I do I think. It creates a nice kind of flow that helps your whole body function, like a tune-up.
manimou called me the other day, we talked until his phone card gave out and then he bought another and I got to talk to Rosaline.
It is funny to talk to Rosaline on the phone. our first phone conversation she giggled alot, I think because she couldn't really figure out why this machine was saying her name and a bunch of french that she didn't understand.
This time she seemed to have grasped the concept that that voice was her kadiatou that she has been missing. She said, "HALLO! HALLO! KADIATOU!"
"Rosaline, ca va?" (Rosaline, how are you?)
"CA VA! TU ME MANQUE!" (good! I miss you!) (prompted by her dad, manimou)
"Rosaline, je vien don le mois de Septembre!" (Rosaline, i come in the month of September!)
"SEPTEMBRE?"
"Oui, septembre." (yes. september.)
And then she said a torrent of things I didn't understand.
Manimou got on the phone and started describing what she was asking me to bring her. poupee plastique. He said it had little feet and hands and face and was plastic. A baby doll!
So she wants a baby doll.
alright. not to hard.
She is so great.