1. It SNEW. White and puffery gorgeousness is all around here. Maybe I’ll take a picture or something. Or you can just imagine it. Many inches of loveliness. Here’s why I find it so lovely: I get to stay inside today.
2. Hot chocolate. On the stove. I made it myself. From INGREDIENTS. You know.
3. Story ideas. I love them. I love these lazy “I don’t have to get up” mornings, when the ideas can just mush around inside my brain. In that not-quite-awake, mushy petrie dish of mine.
4. Kid 3, reading on her Kindle by the fire this morning, said, “Well, I think I’m going to go out and shovel. See ya.” Hence the hot chocolate. Isn’t she my favorite child today? (Yes. Yes she is.)
5. Snow is still falling. I like it today. (Remind me of this in February, will you?)
6. Green Plants and How They Hate Me, Volume 1. My fabulous sister-in-law gave me the bushiest, fragrantest (yes, it is a word) [not really] rosemary plant this summer. Huge. Like 18 inches across and high. It has been making lovely chicken and perfect bread and generally bringing me daily gladness. Except I’m trying hard not to kill it. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. It appears to be dying from the inside — the outer [leaves?] rosemary parts are good — not totally as strong as they used to be, but still, you know, green. But from the stalks, all the inner [petals?] rosemary parts are dry and falling off. Into the pot. And onto the floor. And they STILL SMELL GOOD, but I’m so, so sad that I’m somehow killing this plant. I water it about every 10 days. Maybe once a week. And I want it to live and continue to provide me flavory breads and whatnot. Help? [Note: I have tried singing to it. Really. It shrinks away from my rosemary love songs.]
7. I have recently discovered what makes me a pretty good substitute teacher. I’ll tell you, if you want to know. It’s this: TEACHING. When I’m given a lesson, or a discussion to have, or a topic, or even freedom to say whatever, I’m pretty good at it. But when I go in to a classroom and sit there while they do their thing, I’m no better than anyone else who is qualified to press play. Not that this is a bad thing, necessarily. Just a thing. If I go in and Preside, nobody will come out of that class thinking I’m awesome. But if I can actually TEACH, I pretty much rock it. Usually.