We went to the local ice rink . . .
. . . where Arianna got a taste of skating on a smooth, indoor rink.
Afterward a light lunch at her favorite fast food restaurant -- Steak N Shake.
A minty shake.
Monday, March 28, 2011
Spring Break
Arianna started Spring Break today. Since her holiday didn't coincide with Sharon's, I took the day off to spend with her.
We went to the local ice rink . . .
. . . where Arianna got a taste of skating on a smooth, indoor rink.
Afterward a light lunch at her favorite fast food restaurant -- Steak N Shake.
A minty shake.
We went to the local ice rink . . .
. . . where Arianna got a taste of skating on a smooth, indoor rink.
Afterward a light lunch at her favorite fast food restaurant -- Steak N Shake.
A minty shake.
Saturday, March 26, 2011
Cold
The weather here is more akin to February than late March. The thermometer read 28 degrees at 10:30 AM, when I grabbed a rake and cleared the west bed in front of the house. There's a lot of activity in the bed! The bulbs are growing a little bit everyday: Tulips, daffodils crocuses, hyacinths. And the perennials are starting to make a show too: coreopsis, chrysanthemums, spiderwort, and geraniums all are showing signs of life.
Indoors, a quiet day. Sharon is spending the entire day in the city. Irritated by this -- or just unwell -- Bruno retreated to his bedroom, from which Arianna and I heard a great deal of rumbling, i.e., snoring.
As for Arianna and me . . . . A bit of this and that: ping-pong, an imagination game of restaurant. A quiet and uneventful beginning to her week off of school.
Indoors, a quiet day. Sharon is spending the entire day in the city. Irritated by this -- or just unwell -- Bruno retreated to his bedroom, from which Arianna and I heard a great deal of rumbling, i.e., snoring.
As for Arianna and me . . . . A bit of this and that: ping-pong, an imagination game of restaurant. A quiet and uneventful beginning to her week off of school.
Saturday, March 19, 2011
And so it begins . . .
Solemnity of St. Joseph -- a fitting day to climb a ladder, and remove a dead branch from a tree, to cut down the ornamental grass, to rake the dead leaves onto a prospective bed of flowers.
I only spent two hours out and about the yard this afternoon. Between a late breakfast of french toast, which Arianna had waiting for me when I returned from Mass, and lunch I climbed, bent, carried; and I broke a sweat.
On this, the last day of Winter, the sun shone softly and I imagined the changes I'd like to make to the side yard.
When I was young, I never appreciated Spring. When I was young.
When I, like the sun, burn with age, I praise the crocuses that overtake Winter's snow. I know it to be a blessing.
I only spent two hours out and about the yard this afternoon. Between a late breakfast of french toast, which Arianna had waiting for me when I returned from Mass, and lunch I climbed, bent, carried; and I broke a sweat.
On this, the last day of Winter, the sun shone softly and I imagined the changes I'd like to make to the side yard.
When I was young, I never appreciated Spring. When I was young.
When I, like the sun, burn with age, I praise the crocuses that overtake Winter's snow. I know it to be a blessing.
