feels like Monday

Holidays are so confusing! Labor Day shortened the work week and flipped Tuesday to the front of the line and now here we are wondering why the mail delivery is bulky and how come downtown Madison is suddenly so crowded (first day of University classes).

Well, no matter. It's a fresh week and everyone is well and we're moving into Fall quickly and energetically. Right?

 

(Spring starts with yellow daffodils and fall ends the season with... yellows again!)

Breakfast, right before the storm hit.

The storm was a meteorological event. I'm referring to the thunder and hail, pounding hail. I am not referring to the light rumble inside the farmhouse as Ed and I discussed a forthcoming trip -- a second longer escape that is to take place next week, except that no one has done any planning for it. No one has contacted the house sitter for animal care. No one has looked at hiking trails. No one has ordered camping food (even as at least one of us wants to camp). 

I feel like Ed has exhausted his capacity for vacation getaways with that one overnight in Mineral Point back in August. Really, I think he is satiated. And indeed, he is in the thick of his designing project. When the weather is good, he is into moving dirt.

Moving dirt is a new idea and while I do not oppose it (the purpose is to extend a meadow to the east of the barn), I wouldn't have thought that it is a top priority and yet there he is, moving dirt and asking me if I have enough flower seeds for the new meadow space.

There is just so much to do here... -- he tells me. Don't I know it! That's why you do little vacations elsewhere -- to get away from stuff at home. To Ed, this makes no sense. Home is where all the good stuff is.

We interrupt our non-planning when I set out to pick up Snowdrop at school.

Can I watch TV today? -- she asks.

Nope. Too much to do that's way better than TV.

But you said...! (oh those kid words! holding you to a promise never made!)

Not on Tuesdays, never on Tuesdays! 

But shouldn't it be before Wednesdays?

Why? What's so special about Wednesdays? Here we are, ordering the days as if it mattered that one came early in the week, one came late.

Snowdrop has no answer to this and moves on to her next idea. Gaga, how do you make a day into a national holiday? I explain the legislative process to her. So how do we get Congress to pass a law on Pink Day? I so want to make June 4th Pink Day. With a parade. This discussion carries us all the way to the farmette.

... where (happily) thoughts of TV and Pink Day are quickly forgotten.

(At drop off I ask Sparrow how his day was and if he had friends. Any girls? Yes, I have lots of girl friends. And a few boys. Okay then!)

(And today in Chicago Primrose had her first day of school and I miss her...)

In the evening, Ed and I sidestep the topic of trips and vacations. I cook up a dinner of shrimp tacos, he pops corn. Sometimes it's best to just let things unfold without giving them a push in any particular direction.