That Looks Bad Too

I was sleeping in my bed on  the top of the triple-bunk, having just noticed the grey morning outside. I knew it must have been stormy last night.
Then, Papa shone a flashlight at me...
"Hey, Sugar... it's the morning light!" Yesterday I had said I could only wake up early enough in the morning if I had the very light from outside on my face...
I smiled and sat up.
I do this every time somebody tries to wake me up. I pretend that I'm waking up, whereas I'm actually sleep-sitting-up, and then I slowly wake up when they go away. Works every time. Or rather, it only works like that. Otherwise... Well, let's just say you don't want to face me in my supposed-to-be-asleep mood.
I started bacon frying--ten dollars bought us ten slices... Not a very good deal, I guess.
"Think of it like flavoring, for your eggs." Papa said when Ephraim complained about only having one slice each.
"I don't get eggs," Ephraim said. "Just--yogurt." (I only made eggs for Papa because for some reason he couldn't have the yogurt.)
There's nothing particularly bad about yogurt, but Ephraim made it sound like there was. It's a special talent of his.
We ate breakfast. Then they went out to the store and I've been happily writing today's blog!

After they came back I was in the kitchen finishing up washing the pot when we heard a strange noise: It could have been a blaring noise, except the note changed and twisted itself higher.
"Is that a car horn or a bluegrass song?" Asaph said.
A bit later, Papa looked up at the ceiling, where we had removed several walls.
"That looks bad," he said.
"You can't say that in THIS house," Asaph said.
You gotta look at it in perspective. Not far from where we were standing, the floor stopped and the supports went over Ink Lake, which was made uglier by contrast with the greenery from outside which you could see by a hole in the foundation. The nearest wall was only a bunch of vertical two-by-fours that we hadn't removed because they're holding up the roof. They make the house look skeleton-like and are covered in tiny nails and bits of sheet rock... And he said the CEILING was ugly?
Oh, and by the way, I wrote this in notepad and that's why the stressed words are all caps rather than italic.
The End