I am damn excited for summer. Well, for now. I reserve the right to be desperate for the summer program to start after a week of full-time, 2 kid parenting.
Last night, we sat up and drank wine on a Thursday without fearing the oversleep-Lucy-late-for-school. It was embarrassingly divine. Yes, I am that lame. It wasn’t even particularly great wine, but it was local! This morning we are lounging about in the clothes we slept in, and I do mean clothes. I finally shoehorned Luce into bed at a little after 8, and I wasn’t about to argue over pajamas. Chico was awake until close to 11, and by that time I was ready to pass out. Sometimes you just gotta sleep where you fall.
Today we are going to make yogurt cup dolls, a bracelet and necklace for each other, and hopefully get our veggies planted in their for-good containers. Then I am going to make a strawberry rhubarb pie again, only I am seriously tempted to attempt making my own pie crust. I probably won’t though, because I’m chicken and besides, if it’s anything like last year, I’ll be the only one eating the damn pie anyway. It was good, though. Then we have local clams for dinner with a salad made from greens from the CSA. Or maybe some kale steamed up, but I think I’m going to look for some other way to prepare it. Have I mentioned how much I love clams? I could live on ‘em. And to think, I was in my twenties before I beheld the glories of clam.
Wow, yet another entry wherein I say a whole lot of nothin’. I just don’t have the attention span for any serious sorts of essays, but I’m hoping to again soon. I had a mini-breakdown yesterday over feeling like maybe I’m not cut out for writing after all and should just stick to focusing on the copyediting/proofreading stuff. And maybe I should, but I’d probably feel like I was missing out on something so I’m just taking a break from trying to write anything serious. Also, sometimes there are things I just don’t feel like sharing, and it’s really tough to write about things I’m thinking about without addressing that stuff. It’s tough; I know to write good nonfiction you have to be able to throw everything out on the page, but it’s hard with blogging to adhere to the other big rule, which is to get sufficient distance to be able to provide good analysis. I’m right in the thick of some heavy thoughts, and I’m not able to analyze yet. At least, not accurately.
A break will do everyone good, I think. Lucy from school, me from killing myself over writing woes.
