Smalls is on the floor next to me, completing her third 100-piece puzzle of the day. She’s taken to wearing red mary janes every day and if you think I don’t consider them to be the actual cutest thing in the whole world, you’d be wrong. I still haven’t come to terms with the fact it’s prep transition in a matter of weeks. I’m told it will be a new chapter in my life but I’m not convinced I’m finished with this one.
Both girls swapped mary janes for gumboots over the weekend as they tramped through proper farmyard mud and went exploring at waterfalls. They also rode imaginary unicorns and ate pancakes with ice cream at 10am.
I’ve been spring cleaning, avoiding spring cleaning, knitting, reading, working, purging our closets, and forgetting to plant the seeds that are sitting in the dining room. We shan’t have anything to eat until next year if I don’t sort my shit out.
I have to take the family Mac to the Apple store this afternoon as the damn thing won’t turn on and that is not conducive to my work whatsoever. I’m concerned they will find out how old it is and laugh and laugh and laugh. Lucky it’s backed up, but a computer needing to be replaced will have to go on the list of all the other appliances in our house that have given up the ghost and unfortunately for us, it’s all the expensive ones. I’m considering wrapping the TV in cotton wool just in case. It’s the only thing left.
The winds are still icy, the school dropoff is done in sub-10 degree temperatures, and I’m still wearing eight coats, but the forecast looks bright for Smalls’s birthday next week, which I’ve come to consider the benchmark for spring around here. It’s never warm until after the equinox, never. And even then I’ve known it to be 10 degrees in November.
There’s washing needing to be sorted, though, and something rustled up for dinner tonight so I’d best be off the devices and into the land of domesticity. I hope you are having a similarly lovely day.