Friday, April 24, 2015

Friday

If it's Friday it must be a more hurried breakfast...


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A less thorough inspection of what's going on outside...


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And a protracted trip to the grocery stores, to do the weekly shopping. All this must be finished by the afternoon hour, when I go and spend time with Snowdrop (...who is so acrobatically inclined right now that all you can do is watch, marvel and applaud and use all your skills to keep her calm during a feeding or reading of a book; the girl wants to go and practice her new skills!).


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(sitting is not nearly as exciting!)




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(I'm on the move!)



It's interesting how quickly I ascribe talents and inclinations to her. As if they were permanent, not merely a passing thing. In fact, we can't tell, I certainly can't tell if her her energy will always guide her to be as active as she is now.


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But it sure does not seem like this child will retreat meekly in life and count the minutes until the end of the day.  This is a girl with spunk!


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The rains begin to fall in the afternoon and they will continue to dampen the earth (though not our spirits!) throughout tomorrow. I'll be missing the second farmers market of the season (who wants to stroll around the square in the rain...). That's okay. I need a quiet day at the farmhouse -- the kind where you have inconsequential thoughts and you scheme and imagine and maybe bake something and maybe pick up your writing pen again.

Or not. The nice thing about being retired is that you can spin new plots and ideas for yourself when you wake up in the morning.