endings, beginnings and everything inbetween

Up early. Very early. So much to do!

Pretty sunrise.


 



And am I imagining it or are the bugs receding? Ever the optimist!

I weed a little, but just a little. Not much time for yard work today.





There is, however, always time for breakfast. I explain to Ed: so if you are at your tech meetings late, then meet us there and if not, then pick me up...
He looks rather bewildered at the complicated instructions.
Never mind, just call me!

He's off.
I'm off.

But not before checking the mail: yes! it's arrived! The book I had seen at my guest house in the Scottish Borders -- Bouchon. I want to cook from it this weekend.

Now I'm really off. Can't be late.

It's not exactly Snowdrop's first day of school, But she has an orientation -- a visit to meet her teachers and inspect her classroom. Her parents invite me to tag along so that I can get a sense of the place. I'll be picking her up at the half day. I imagine that I am one of a million grandparents doing just that next week (and that's just in Wisconsin)...

She is excited, possibly because everyone else is excited. Still not fully dry, but it's a warm day.







Off we go!






The visit goes well. Sometime next week the new schedule begins!

(Parental pride...)






After,  I'm still in a hurry. Farmhouse is clean -- I attended to it right after opening the coop, but there are last minute things to take care of. Big weekend ahead -- my younger daughter (and eventually her husband) is coming for a three day visit. This is suddenly manageable because the young couple has moved to Chicago and so now the distances aren't as great. I am excited for the changes in their lives and I am very excited about having her here for more than a fleeting moment.


Evening. We all meet up at Sujeo for dinner (which I think you'd call Pan-Asian or maybe Korean). I'd never eaten there, but Snowdrop has and I'm told she shocked the staff by polishing off a plateful of shrimp ceviche.






Here we are:






Wonderful meal. Afterwards, outside, as we decide who drives home with whom, we pause to dance.






Oh, how the girl loves to dance!


Dance, my aunt,  dance!







Settle now, dear girl.  A book? Okay!






After, my little one and  I need to study the cook book for tomorrow.






(Snowdrop, with  her last minutes of pre-bed reading...)







Night. They say there will be storms. Ah, but it's the week's end. Sleep in, unwind. Take a deep breath. Exhale.