Saturday, November 19, 2016

Saturday

First words out of my mouth today have to be these: it's damn cold outside! Not even darn cold. Damn cold! The huge temperature drop, the fierce wind -- all of it conspired to be, well, November-ish.

I have enough to do indoors that I should not mind, but in fact I do mind, because there are suddenly outdoor chores piling up as well. The wind caused the lotus tree to drop those foot long seedpods en masse and so the flower beds are once again peppered with them. They should be cleared out. And there are fallen branches. And leaves -- we don't really rake, but jeez, some of those dry leaf piles are getting mighty large! We should move things around  some.

And yet, after breakfast...


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... we do none of that. We settle down to computer work. Not even kind and gentle computer reading, but yukky "I've put this off for too long" kind of work. I do go outside for a little bit...


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... but my hands freeze quickly and I retreat to the kitchen table for the rest of the afternoon.

The only excursion for us is a trip to Walmart and that just seals the fate of this day because you should never, if you can avoid it, go to Walmart on Saturday afternoon. The whole world is there, and the shopping carts are full, and fixing tires takes too long, and the shoes Ed wanted to get for himself dont have a tag so just skip it, let's stick with the bubbly water and chocolate bars which you cant get anywhere else and run!


Ah, but there is pleasure tonight, because Snowdrop is here for an overnight and of course, she is the one that makes you forget about the banal and mundane because nothing about her is banal and mundane.

(Arrival)


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(Energetic!)


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(The pizza peel as a bongo drum)


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(I can't believe she ate the whole thing...)


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Her bed time approaches. She asks for the "Eiffel Tower book"-- the one I put together about her trip to Paris last spring -- and we read it... more than once.

Sleep well, bonne nuit, little one! Tomorrow will be as full and beautiful as can be!

2 comments:

  1. This, now, is the time of year that I absolutely don't care about anything that has not been done in the yard. I have enjoyed "putting the garden to bed" but if it is a bit of a messy bed, so be it. On to the Thanksgiving menu!

    I hope we do have a mild break in temperature next week to light the trees. The week that you did yours, my husband was taking every last opportunity on the golf course with our oldest son. And I'm happy for them. They always end up in a tap room. Time for serious conversation.

    I really like the way you have lighted a colorful path to your door. Someday, Snowdrop may count that as one of her earliest memories.

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    1. I love reading about this time of the year in your own life/family! There's so much beauty in it -- even this simple comment about the golfing between your husband and oldest son. Thank you so much for adding your comments here!

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