Wednesday showers

Well they can't all be sunny, can they... And I'm not likely to move each day as much as I should, or would like to. Nor will I give a daily scrub to drains, cars, dish racks and such, on some path to a spring cleaning. Because some days are meant for contemplative quiet time.

True, I feel a cold hovering in the background trying to decide whether or not to attack me. I'm beefing up my defenses by resting more, doing less. I'm also thinking about writing. I think if I downgraded my engagement with politics, with learning about what's going on in this country, with trying to understand the background stories of some of the major players (today: rereading this one, from two years ago in the New Yorker, about Musk) -- if I significantly cut back on all that, I could, for example, write more. [People whose brain functions are intricately interwoven with putting down words somewhere, somehow, so that thoughts settle down and clarity emerges, always want to write more.]

Something to consider going forward. 

But not today. I do, however, have reason to smile as another driven writer -- the one who wrote her play while pretending to be poring over her math work in school -- finally copied her script (I'm told) for her fellow actors. I hear more about the rehearsals as I pack the two kids into the car after school. At least the rehearsals are taking place at recess and not, say, during science or music classes.

It's a pleasant car ride because, well, it's very spring like out there...

(puddles everywhere? the chickens don't mind!)

 

 

... and, too, I tell Sparrow that the time for the ice cream shop has arrived. The boy does love his ice cream cone.

Since he always asks for vanilla and she always requests chocolate, I ask them if they'd like to taste sample other flavors. She goes for it! brownie, mint chocolate -- variations on a chocolate theme, to be sure. Sparrow looks at the display (having just finished his vanilla cone) and asks -- could I just have a sample of vanilla?

I did bake the WORLD'S BEST blueberry muffins this morning, so I suppose I'm not a complete couch potato today...

(Guess who is a complete couch potato??)

 

But for the most part, the day was quiet.

No sunshine? No problem. Spring weather is often wet. Oh, and I still had some chicken noodle soup leftover from when I cooked it up over the weekend. Perfect for that battle with the possible cold. I think I'm winning! 

with love...