My weekend began with hopes high on the first sign of Spring – a baby fly; however, Mindy quickly squelched my joy by reminding me that flies are adult maggots with wings.
I killed the fly, but my hope lives on.
The sun has been shining so much that my eyes are actually growing accustomed to light. My empty vitamin D vat is filling and once it’s warm enough to shed some layers, color may return to my now see-through skin. The snow is melting and I have never been happier to see small patches of dead grass. There is life after February.
I am inspired to paint walls, wash windows, and return to a regularly happy post-winter state of mind. It only took eight months for me to decide what to do with my entryway and staircase, but I’ve been short on cash and low on ambition. However, my decision is final and baby steps have been taken to turn my ugly hallway into a cheery and welcoming space. It will look like the hallway in this photo except it will be in my house, so it will never be that neat and the floor will be different.
Friday night I purchased 8 sheets of coordinating scrapbook paper and framed them. They will hang on my wall above my shelf. It’s called cheap art.
The last time I scrapbooked was back when I was lactating and people were still using construction paper and scratch and sniff stickers. There just weren’t many choices. Now scrapbooking is an art that necessitates four aisles in Michael’s. You can create a ten-dollar page complete with 3-D stickers and embellishments faster than I can snap a picture. I’m going to have to win the lottery before I can start scrapbooking again.
But that’s neither here nor there, because I found the bed of my dreams.
This bed makes my heart swell, my eyes drip tears, and my heart flutter. Seriously, I am in love. FringeMan likes it too and has agreed to make it for me; however, we must do one thing at a time. I will wait.
Currently FringeMan is snoring very loudly. I am downstairs. He is upstairs in bed with the door shut and I hear him. He has pneumonia. Poor dear. He’ll be ok, because he has horse pills, but he would appreciate a prayer and a warm wish. Of that I am sure.
What do a writing desk and a raven have in common?
Absolutely nothing and you would know that if you went to see Alice in Wonderland this weekend.
You must see it! It’s possible that I enjoyed it more than my kids, and I have been known to sleep through entire children’s movies in the theater. I figure the price of entrance is worth a nap, but not this time. Alice’s dresses make me want to run around in ruffles and fluff and have tea with the Mad Hatter, a character I fully enjoyed. I will tell you no more. Go, follow the rabbit, buy your popcorn and enjoy.
The grand finale to a nearly perfect weekend was puddle-jumping with FringeKid. We walked clear across town and back and she never ran out of words. Not for a moment! I’d like to tell you that I heard a bird chip, a child laugh, or a train roar by in the distance, but I did not. I heard my eight year-old chatter in my ear non-stop. She never even took in air. It was amazing and scary and lovely.