You know what they say -- if you live with someone for a long time, you sort of become like them, at least to a degree. Your physical appearance changes, as does his (or hers).
Perhaps we've embarked on this train ride too late in life, or perhaps Ed and I are such polar opposites in so many ways -- for whatever reason, I don't think Ed and I are any more alike physically speaking than we were when we first started our life together back in October 2005.
On the other hand, some habits clearly have crossed over, so that even if I were not in Ed's life, I think he would forever consider granola for a morning meal, and there would be a designated dinner time, and Klarbrunn fizzy water would be on his shopping list.
And me? Staying up half the night and then going back to sleep after the morning animal feed is very much an Ed thing and it was my thing today as well. We ate a very late breakfast.
Too, I am thoroughly in his pickle camp. Oh, I've always enjoyed pickles when in Poland, but here, I had given up on them. Americans cheat and preserve their pickles with vinegar. To Ed and to me as well, that is just so wrong at so many levels. Ed has me pick up the only jar of salt brined pickles I can find in town and he eats them fairly regularly. I would join him, but my Polish roots beg me to search further and sure enough, I found a place in New York that does the pickles correctly and offers the 1/2 pickled or 3/4 pickled option -- both of which closely resemble the pickles I eat in Poland. And so I have taken to ordering these wonderful brined guys from New York and today I opened the newly arrived batch. Just to sniff and admire. My mouth still craves mushy over crunchy following yesterday's surgery, but the smell is enough to send me to pickle heaven.
Ed says that's what happens when you finally find the pickle you love: you can't get enough of it.
In other news: Well, we're still stuck in winter weather and so counting the days til spring has become a daily habit. Spring will bring with it "spring break." For me, this means a March trip to Poland and France. I have some decisions to make concerning that journey. Perhaps thinking about this is what gives me some sleepless nights. I'm not good with indecision.
On the more predictable front, the kids are here this afternoon and all is as normal as can be. Slippery, but that's normal for the last week of February.
(dancing on ice)
(dancing with his Duplo girls)
(Snowdrop is in the middle of a drawn out story... she returns to it today)
(Sparrow right now thrives on repetition... nearly every day he returns to his play with the toy macarons)
One more happy grin because, well, we all need more happy grins these days:
I'll end with a photo taken outside the kids' school. Madison is only a couple of miles away from the farmette, but it does get that city boost in terms of seasonal blooms. Today, I spotted the first snowdrop. The flower.
And in the evening, Ed plays volley ball and I lose myself in my new and very wonderful book.
Perhaps we've embarked on this train ride too late in life, or perhaps Ed and I are such polar opposites in so many ways -- for whatever reason, I don't think Ed and I are any more alike physically speaking than we were when we first started our life together back in October 2005.
On the other hand, some habits clearly have crossed over, so that even if I were not in Ed's life, I think he would forever consider granola for a morning meal, and there would be a designated dinner time, and Klarbrunn fizzy water would be on his shopping list.
And me? Staying up half the night and then going back to sleep after the morning animal feed is very much an Ed thing and it was my thing today as well. We ate a very late breakfast.
Too, I am thoroughly in his pickle camp. Oh, I've always enjoyed pickles when in Poland, but here, I had given up on them. Americans cheat and preserve their pickles with vinegar. To Ed and to me as well, that is just so wrong at so many levels. Ed has me pick up the only jar of salt brined pickles I can find in town and he eats them fairly regularly. I would join him, but my Polish roots beg me to search further and sure enough, I found a place in New York that does the pickles correctly and offers the 1/2 pickled or 3/4 pickled option -- both of which closely resemble the pickles I eat in Poland. And so I have taken to ordering these wonderful brined guys from New York and today I opened the newly arrived batch. Just to sniff and admire. My mouth still craves mushy over crunchy following yesterday's surgery, but the smell is enough to send me to pickle heaven.
Ed says that's what happens when you finally find the pickle you love: you can't get enough of it.
In other news: Well, we're still stuck in winter weather and so counting the days til spring has become a daily habit. Spring will bring with it "spring break." For me, this means a March trip to Poland and France. I have some decisions to make concerning that journey. Perhaps thinking about this is what gives me some sleepless nights. I'm not good with indecision.
On the more predictable front, the kids are here this afternoon and all is as normal as can be. Slippery, but that's normal for the last week of February.
(dancing on ice)
(dancing with his Duplo girls)
(Snowdrop is in the middle of a drawn out story... she returns to it today)
(Sparrow right now thrives on repetition... nearly every day he returns to his play with the toy macarons)
One more happy grin because, well, we all need more happy grins these days:
I'll end with a photo taken outside the kids' school. Madison is only a couple of miles away from the farmette, but it does get that city boost in terms of seasonal blooms. Today, I spotted the first snowdrop. The flower.
And in the evening, Ed plays volley ball and I lose myself in my new and very wonderful book.
