|I will nibble on your tiny feet, they are so tiny and delicious.|
Oh hello, it is I, onetime- sometime- blogger extraordinaire. Your fairweather blogger. Nothing new has really been happening around here, aside from spring grudgingly not-really-springing, which has brought:
:: More cold weather, interspersed with slightly warmer weather.
:: Flowers in other people's yards! I always forget to plant bulbs in the fall, every year.
:: A couple of iced coffees, a milkshake.
:: Isaac is still a slave to the school calendar, since he takes history at the local public high school, so he took advantage of spring break to visit his adoring San Francisco relatives.
There is a list of spring-related activities. I also spend time looking out the back windows at the yard, full of willow branches and falling-down fence, with a sinking feeling. My birdfeeder attracts no birds and must need to be cleaned. There are dry, deadish things that ought to be cut back to make way for green.
As far as non-seasonal activities, here's another list:
:: Orphan Black on BBC America is a really good science fiction series, a pleasant surprise.
:: MAD MEN.
:: Do this: roast some sweet potatoes in olive oil. Saute some greens and maybe onions and garlic. Salt and pepper on everything. Fry an egg, put it on top. Eat up.
:: My sweet long-lost friend came to visit! We ate noodles and went for a walk and drank warm drinks in the sunshine!
:: Fries and the aforementioned milkshakes with the dancer. That was a two-Melissa day.
:: Oh I am reading If It's Not One Thing It's Your Mother, by Julia Sweeney, and I'm only a few chapters in, but I just love her. I've been reading her blog for a while, and I know I'd like her in real life. She recommends books and movies every month, too.
:: The usual cat-and-dog-shenanigans.
|Handsome fella number one.|
|Handsome fella number two.|
I totally want to do that, about the sweet potatoes! Question: Is Isaac home-schooled, besides history? I had a whole conversation with myself in my head today about whether Elias should play soccer when he's ten. Planning ahead . . . And, to continue the non sequiturs, I had a dream last night that you were supposed to sell me a cello.
Yes, do that with sweet potatoes! You won't regret it.
And yes, he is homeschooled as of January (so, second semester of junior year). This is his first try at homeschooling, although Zoë was homeschooled for middle school. We've had really great experiences with both homeschooling and public schooling--and it's been good to always have the at-home thing be an option, for all of us. There have been times I've regretted not homeschooling* both of them for elementary school. In retrospect, that would be so much fun.
AND that's so weird, because I had a dream about you and Elias!! I was going to visit you, and I was nervous I'd be awkward and tongue-tied (just like real life). And then I was holding him, standing on warm sidewalk in my bare feet.
*That's funny, when you write the word "schooled" or "schooling" over and over like that, they start to look funny. Dutch, maybe.
That is a great dream. It would be fun to meet in waking life sometime.
By the way, I've been meaning to tell you that when you wrote me this summer that you had a dream that you went from thinking I had no kids to realizing I had seven, it was THE DAY BEFORE I found out I was pregnant!
I love when that happens.
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