(If the proper accent with which to deliver that title doesn’t come directly to mind, never fear. We can still be friends. It just means I’m … old.) Is thirty-seven really that old? My Kids think so. They’re quick to reassure me – “You’re cool, Mom.” But it’s the following eye-roll that sort of negates...
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Category Archives: spring is comingHey, friends. Welcome to Spring Break. We are doing all of the following to celebrate a whole week away from school: Sleeping until seven every morning. (Except I didn’t quite make it.) Yep. That’s it. Big dreams, that’s what we’re made of around here. Want to hear about my Big Date with Husband on Saturday?... * Kid 1 hates to drive, apparently. I thought it was just hating to drive with her Dad, but it seems that she’d be happy to never, ever get behind a wheel. Hm. * I made banana and apple muffin batter this morning. For the next few breakfasts. (That’s banana muffins. And then apple muffins.... But whatever the reason, I’m getting all poetic lately. I can’t stop writing these swell little ditties. Sometimes they rhyme. (Don’t be frightened.) Sometimes they’re formal, like a haiku or a sonnet. Sometimes one shows up in my WIP, and I have to just leave it there, because it’s not time to edit yet. You...  Husband, as you may recall, loves to use his pretty camera to take pretty pictures. But he also loves to do that thing outside. Yeah, outside as in “out of doors” – which is a great idea here in the Frozen Mountaintops from mid-May through October, as long as you have a sweater and a... You know those days when you think about writing, and you read a few blog post on writing, and you read a book that tells you some writing exercises to do, just to get your juices running toward all that writing? But alas, the actual writing is slow? Or nonexistent? Oh. Too bad for you.... The sun rose (it has a habit of doing just that) and turned the fog orange. Lit up diamonds of flaky snow shining on the yard. Caught the icy fur on the naked tree limbs and made me think it could be keeping the trees warm. Mountaintops, shrouded by fog earlier, now push against crystal... We’re not actually pagans at our house. (Surprised?) In fact, we think ourselves rather committed to all things Godly. But today, on this Winter Solstice, we have a little bit of a heathen celebration. Every year. Because, you know, this is an important day. It’s the shortest day of the year. Meaning (by logical extension... |