Some things I could be blogging about, if I didn't need to pack tonight:
- the fact that Curious Girl now has her Very Own Bedroom with her Very Own Very Big Bed in which she is sleeping all by herself. "And I didn't even cry!" she said with some wonder this morning. (No, she did not sleep there all night alone, but it's true, she didn't cry.)
- Curious Girl's observation, while at a nature center near my parents', that Warm Sunny Place is just like Cold Northern Place. OK, here's an argument against psuedonymous blogging: what she really said, while standing on a boardwalk in a Florida wetlands on a humid day, was "this is just like Alaska." How was your trip to Florida, people have been asking me, and I'm resisting the temptation to say, "Oh, it was just like Alaska." (She sort of has a point, in that there are boardwalks in Florida and boardwalks in Alaska, and through them, you can see water.)
- Curious Girl's obsession with the Marvelous Toy, Marc Rossio. She saw him at a concert recently and we (wisely? foolishly?) bought his new CD. And now it's the only songs that will do.
- thoughts on home renovation, drywall dust, and the bacteria-inducing possibilities of whirlpool tubs. We can't decide what kind of tub to put in our bathroom, and since our old tub got taken out while we were in that place that's just like Alaska, there's no turning back.
March isn't an easy month for me, but April should be easier, and I hope to get back to writing more here. Thanks for your patience in the meantime.