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April 7, 2010 by becca

* You know staying home at night? With your family? Those people you like, and who live in your house? You know staying home and eating dinner and having a bowl of popcorn and maybe watching Pixar Shorts? Yeah. I miss that.

* I wrote 1800 words on Monday. That is a lot of words. I may keep them all. Every word. I know, right?

* It was 27 degrees when I picked up Kid 4 from Kindergarten.

* But the sun is shining, so I have hopes for warmer-ness this afternoon.

* I won’t hold my breath.

* The King’s English is awesome, crammed full of shelves and shelves of great books, lots of little staircases, and blank notebooks that make me want to buy pens. Also great staff who (get this) love books and readers. Also writers. *sigh of contentment*

* Kids 3 and 4 started with a new piano teacher yesterday. Remind me if I’m ever a teacher (but not a piano teacher, that’s just crazy talk) that I should be like her – happy to see progress, quick to correct the lazies, sincere and appropriately complimentary. Ahhh. Lovely.

* Do you know that although all six-year-old boys are NOT the same, I’m pretty sure that, across the board, they find the word “underpants” amusing?

* Have you heard of  a garden product called “Wall of  Water”? It extends your plants’ growing season. This is exciting for me, since here in the frozen mountaintops we get a real frost the first week in June and another one the end of August. This bodes ill for deliciousness like tomatoes. So this Wall of Water thing, it insulates. The plants grow inside it and you can put things out in the garden 4-6 weeks before the end of the last frost. Also they can stay after the first frost. Like the Plant that Kept on Growing, see?  I bought nine today. Bruschetta, here we come. But not today. Because there’s still snow on the garden. But soon. Soon.

* “Keturah and Lord Death” by Martine Leavitt. Read it. Then we should talk. But read it. (She has True Truths there, about death and pain and love and lemon pies. And the relationship between Gretta and Tailor? Brought tears. It was that good.) And now I want Mrs. Leavitt to be my friend.

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(10) Comments for this blog

  1. April 7, 2010

    yeah…what is it with the word underpants? and booger?

  2. April 7, 2010

    yeah…what is it with the word underpants? and booger?

  3. April 8, 2010

    Ooh. That wall of water thing sounds awesome. I’ve been growing mine indoors for now because living without homegrown tomatoes just isn’t an option. =]

    I’ll check out that book, ASAP!

  4. April 8, 2010

    Ooh. That wall of water thing sounds awesome. I’ve been growing mine indoors for now because living without homegrown tomatoes just isn’t an option. =]

    I’ll check out that book, ASAP!

  5. April 8, 2010

    Underpants…. I think that work is funny almost across the board without age as a factor. or maybe I’m just immature. 27 degrees is just way too cold. That is just crazy talk. Keep on writing I want to read more of your stuff.

  6. April 8, 2010

    Underpants…. I think that work is funny almost across the board without age as a factor. or maybe I’m just immature. 27 degrees is just way too cold. That is just crazy talk. Keep on writing I want to read more of your stuff.

  7. April 8, 2010

    Oooh, so glad you loved Keturah. One of my all-time favorites! We should talk.

    And go you! 1800 words! Wahoo!

  8. April 8, 2010

    Oooh, so glad you loved Keturah. One of my all-time favorites! We should talk.

    And go you! 1800 words! Wahoo!

  9. April 9, 2010

    I am ashamed to say this put the only word I find funnier than underpants is “poop.” My husband, whose sensibilities are actually more delicate than mine, every few months will quietly say “Poop” apropos of nothing and I will laugh intermittently for at least two hours.

    Shame, shame, shame.

    And I’m totally looking into that book.

  10. April 9, 2010

    I am ashamed to say this put the only word I find funnier than underpants is “poop.” My husband, whose sensibilities are actually more delicate than mine, every few months will quietly say “Poop” apropos of nothing and I will laugh intermittently for at least two hours.

    Shame, shame, shame.

    And I’m totally looking into that book.

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