Heptadecagon

When Melina was in second grade, she had to write a letter each week called The Friday Five. The letter actually started out as a list of five things she had done that week. By the time the end of the year rolled around, she had progressed to writing a letter, complete with the date, salutation, and closing. She'd bring her notebook home, I'd sign it (saying that I'd read what she wrote), and I'd write back to her in the same notebook. I started with lists, too, and made my way up to letters. Now Melina is in third grade, and she's not bringing home The Friday Five anymore. However, I liked reading those lists and letters, and I liked writing them, partially because it gave me a reason to relive Melina's week as well as my own. Sometimes, those weeks were long, and other times, they flew by so quickly. Most of the weeks varied on a theme: busy, busy, busy, with teaching and writing thrown in. But every so often, like last April , I wrote that I'd watched...