I watched my husband coloring a printed easter egg, carefully he chalked the lines of the little flowers in the egg, made sure they all had different colors. Six of our painted eggs hang on our front windows, so the kids could have an easter egg-counting-hunt, by foot, walking with their parents, or riding in the car, because of the moody April weather.
Today a neighbor warned us of the icecream truck, asked us to boycott it. Yesterday another panicked because kids had been playing outside, kids who live in the same house.
About 5 am you can hear John shoveling his driveway. He has been waiting for the first decent snowfall, this is his favorite time of the year. He is a two-time veteran -army and navy- and if he could have done it, he would have enlisted a third time but he was too old to do so.
“Dear designer of questionable intent,
Please, send me a photo of yourself wearing the knitted pants that you designed. It’s not that I don’t believe that there is anyone out there thin enough to wear horizontally stripped trousers knitted from chunky wool, it’s just that I would like to know whether you are deliberately cruel or whether you are the ONE woman these would look really great on.”
“Advice for New Knitters
I hated Thanksgiving for so many years. It was my nightmare Holiday and I was always glad when it was over. Thanksgiving is a cruel Holiday when you don’t have family left; it makes you feel like an outsider looking in.