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During Breakfast:
Isaac: Mom, I need to tell you something.
O: What?
Isaac: I think our new church building has water damage on the ceiling.
He's right about that; it's a dreadfully old building.
While having a pretend picnic with Scarlett:
O: What did you pack to eat on your picnic?
Isaac: Dog bones for the dogs and white bean chili for me and Scarlett.
O: White bean chili, huh? The kind with cilantro?
Isaac: Yeah. Like the kind we had last time...with that same texture. |
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Having a cold should have little bearing on typed communication, but it seems as difficult as speaking at the moment.
Finished Madame Bovary yesterday, and watched Life is Beautiful for the first time on Saturday night. So, combined with the onset of a nasty cold, I feel like crying all the time. Book was interesting, but fully depressing. The arguments between the humanist and the priest were draining--it was like Voltaire-inspired SNL. The movie was fabulous on every level (guess that explains the Best Picture thing), but so intensely well-crafted and pathetic that I don't think I'll ever be able to watch it again.
I have two book buddies on the horizon! A friend from church asked me to read The Return of the Prodigal Son by Henri Nouwen with her, and it looks like Hannah and I will be trying out Dead Souls by Gogol. Woohoo! |
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Oh, how I love spring weather! Yesterday I wore the kids out between library storytime, a picnic and playtime at the park, making them walk during various errands, and banishing them to the sandbox after naptime.
Can I keep up such a pace? Probably not, but there’s more springy-ness to be had today.
HaHA! Barry is hooked on Harry Potter, now that he’s cruising through book 3! Soon, we shall be able to speak freely of the many intricacies of the life and times of that jovial band of scalawags. He’s much brighter than I, however, and figures stuff out more quickly. For example, he figured out from Lupin’s name what he was. I kept getting stuck on “Lupin” being like “Lupus,” since the professor seemed like he had a chronic fatigue issue. Ah, well. I DID ask God for a clever man for a husband, so this all serves me right.
Oh, yesterday, an older neighbor girl (the ripe old age of six) came over and was playing in the sandbox with Isaac. They were trying to make a pyramid. Rayanne said, "Let's pretend we're doing a show on making pyramids out of sand." Isaac chuckled and responded, "You don't see THAT every day!" By contrast, Scarlett was rolling through the grass for about five minutes straight, ostensibly to get all the sand off her body. She looked like a maniacal burrito.
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My GYN looks exactly like the littlest old lady on "Golden Girls." Oh, and he's a man, which makes that fact funnier.
Isaac is learning about the Parthenon right now, and we were talking architectural terms. He kept referring to the frieze as the "frost." That is funny to me, and probably only to me, but oh well.
Scarlett calls computers "panputers."
Sun's shining and birds are chirping, so we need to go outside. |
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We had a nice weekend, with unexpected family time on Saturday night (our dinner guest invitees had to cancel). Saturday morning had been an insane amalgamation of swim class, church commitments, and errands, so it was nice to have extra free time.
I started my herb seeds in one of those little starter boxes; last year I used seedlings, so I'm really feeling agricultural this time around. I planted oregano, basil, cilantro, parsley, and spearmint. Oh, and the kids planted marigolds. I love growing things. It makes a whole lot more sense than most other things in the world.
I'm making headway in Madame Bovary, and enjoying it as much as a person can whilst suspecting she is missing something due to the translation. However, if I'm having to track the progress I'm making reading a relatively small book in English, imagine the break-neck pace I'd take in learning French. Flaubert, I apologize.
Knitting the cabled purse...oh, just a few more rows to go! Then on to an autumnal orange and red striped hat for Baby Lydia (the first child of a young couple in our small group)...that will be a nice change of knitting pace.
Barry's Mom is scheduled to visit this weekend. The kids get a kick out of grandparent visits...I need to stock up on some more good read aloud books from the library. We exhausted our latest pile over the weekend. Though the plot was choppy and dead-end in MY humble estimation, Isaac LOVED Hobo Dog in Ghost Town by Thacher Hurd. Hurd's a weird writer/illustrator, if you ask me. But old books, even weird old books, are always amusing.
Scarlett did something outrageous with an industrial-sized tub of A&D Ointment during her nap time last week, and to make a very long story short, We need to repaint part of her room and she only now looks normal after six shampoos.
Good times. |
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