Monthly Archive: April 2004

Okay, I’ll join the crowd. Ask me three questions, no more and no less. Three is the number thou shalt ask, and the number of the questions shall be three. Ask me anything you want. 🙂 Baaaa

thanks for the link, lonita! More Radiograph Flowers

Evening sunshine swung down and is shining low through our windows. Everything is lit and glowing. The horse out back is outlined in fire, limned in a rosy halo. I snuck out the back onto the porch, camera in hand, and he tossed his head and took off to the other end of the field. Camera-shy, I suppose. Anders and the kids went to Maria’s for dinner, mostly because her husband owns a welding torch and Anders has plans for several motorcycle pieces. I opted to stay home and continue my downtime day. 🙂 That’s a good thing, not a...

I got to hear the sound of rejoicing today. It’s a pity that we adults no longer remember those moments of epiphany when we suddenly GOT something for the very first time. When we figured out how to tie a shoe, or ride a bike with no training wheels, or how to say exactly the right thing so that Mommy would let us stay up for 10 more minutes. Martin has the most amazing belly laugh. When something strikes him as funny, he laughs his head off. He doesn’t hold back. It’s infectious and so inviting that I’m willing to...

I feel sure that my kids are on to me. We got home so late from the party last night that I forgot about hiding the eggs so they didn’t get hid until the kids were eating breakfast at 9 a.m. After they finished, and found them (in pathetically easy places), Martin made a remark that he had seen his Easter bag the day before in the kitchen. “Really? How strange,” I said and left it at that. They’re buzzing like candy bees now. I’m relatively ticked off at Anders about the party last night and my role as designated...

Dear Blogs I Like, You’re making me all sad with the no posting for days on end. I click on you each day, hoping for some scintillation, or even just a funny anecdote or a little word or two, and your post from February 28th or March 3rd or January 31st is still there. Refresh gets me nothing. Is it so hard to put your life aside for a moment and write about it? How can we who read you obsessively cheer, commiserate and laugh along with you if you stop posting? If it didn’t add to your surely already...

The kids are talking, but I can safely turn over and doze back off. Anders gets up around 8 to eat breakfast. I peep out from under the covers: the sun is shining. I hear music, legos clashing, water running. S-t-r-e-t-c-h. Roll over onto my back and roll my head around. Scrunch the pillows up under my neck. The sky is bright blue. I don’t have to be anywhere until 4. *happy sigh* We colored 35 eggs last night. It would have 36, but I crushed the one I was trying to put a rubberband around for stripe-making, and quickly...

Grey blah weather-day again. It’s not raining, at least. I saw three pheasants at various intervals on the way to work, none of them, thankfully, splattered on the road shoulder. Pheasants are spectacularly stupid when it comes to roads and cars. It’s like they are all starring in their own personal Pheasant With A Deathwish movie. Too bad Charles Bronson is dead, he could have run with that one. Tonight is marathon egg-coloring night. There are currently over 30 children signed up for the Easter Egg Hunt on Sunday and each of the little dears needs to go home with...