I’ve been staying up late cross-stitching and listening to podcasts.
I just finished the family heart and have started a sweet little sampler featuring a 90s rap lyric. After that, I’ll stitch a Bill and Ted’s Excellent Adventure sampler. (I’ll share pictures when they’re done.) Then, I may just design my own pattern because I am the captain of my soul.
As for podcasts, last night I listened to: Women of the Hour with Lena Dunham and The Complete Woman.
Today was track and field day at the elementary school. Look at my girls run!
Lucy also did the softball throw and rocked a side ponytail.
I missed getting a picture of Phoebe doing the long jump, but I can tell you she got fourth place and felt enormously pleased with that.
This week on Gretchen Rubin’s Happier podcast, she recommended writing a daily haiku. Remember when I used to do a daily haiku? Those were the days, folks! I’d like to say I’m going to start that up again, but let’s take it a day at a time starting with today.
school’s out on Friday
the kids can’t wait to sleep in
but I know they won’t
I wish I had a picture to go with it. The earth was at her best in my neck of the woods this morning. It was glorious.
fresh sunny morning
after a night of spring rain
the world new, washed clean
I mowed some grass this week and that means it is spring, folks. (My blog has hibernated most of the winter.) It was warm enough today to resume our Friday picnics at the park. (I’m not sure if I mentioned them before. The littles and I started having them when school began last fall.) Jack was sick at home with Dave today, though, so Phoebe was the rare lone kid with my mom and me.
She was friendly with all she encountered, be it child, dog, or man. But mostly she relished two hours of undivided attention. She’d call, “Follow me!” And we would. Then, “Stop!” And we would. “Watch me!” We did. She jumped, skipped, played and told incredible stories. I wrote another haiku.
skipping rock to rock
Van Morrison sings, “You’re my…
she smiles…brown-eyed girl”
Kids say hi. He roars.
“He’s being a dinosaur.”
I have to explain.
(He’s actually being a pirate in the picture.)
I’d bought all they had
at the town Farmer’s Market
a plant I can’t kill!
Now, four years later
8 plants become 24
hostas all around!
Poking through the dirt
as hopeful as a promise
can’t wait till they bloom
Flashback! About four years ago. The kid in the picture? IS SEVEN TODAY!
First, a haiku.
A frustrating day!
I did a bunch of stuff, but
Second, a link.
You Donâ€™t Have To Be Pretty (And Other Advice For Daughters.)*
*Thanks to Veronica for sharing this with me.