I’ve heard that astrologically, this past February will prove an easily forgotten month. February is like that anyway: tucked in, deceptively short, unpredictable in its weather. When I lived in Santa Fe, February was the month the sun would get warm again, and we’d sit outside for an hour or two in the mid-morning, stripping off sweaters and bathing in the warmth that left in November. But here in New England, we are all yellow in February. There is no sun. No light. I fill my shopping cart with unripe cantaloupes and bruised papayas and bunches and bunches of parsley because I need something living. Continue reading
Tomorrow is Rosie’s birthday, but because tomorrow is a school day and then I have an extra long selectboard meeting (I know, I know–my term is almost over), we decided that we’d officially change the day to last Friday and she could be the boss of the day. She wanted to go skiing. And then she wanted to invite her friends for dinner. And then she wanted eclairs. Continue reading
If you could hear this picture, it would sound like Taylor Swift- LOUD. I cannot get Rosie out of her nightgown, and work is slow-going. Joey’s home too, which means I drink beer at 3 and spend too much time making dinner. Then the girls are bored, so I offer to take them to the library if Rosie will get out of her nightgown. I cannot get Rosie out of her nightgown, and the cycle begins again. It must be vacation week!
A perfect time for mid-week reads. That’s exactly what I was thinking. Continue reading
On Saturday, I watched my very oldest friend, Sarah, marry a poet. He is, of course, many other things too (including deeply beloved by my children), and the happiness of the match as well as the details of the day made for an especially good wedding. Although I have to admit– I look back at so many weddings in this last time of being an adult over the last ten years or so, and I think I say that every time.
This one was especially good. Continue reading