Friday Night Stream of Conscious
Baking cookies and digging into Pomotomos. This has a different feel by far from Baudelaire. I'm reserving judgement so far. Pictures tomorrow, maybe.
The girls and I spent the afternoon outside at our friends' house. The friends who are the same ages as my girls and are the sweetest little peas that ever there were. Time flies so quickly when you are outside and in good company, especially when we have spent so many months mostly indoors. It was in the 60's today, and there are only scattered hard icy spots of snow now where the piles were five feet tall a week ago. Balmy!
Poor Joe may be stuck indoors with the girls tomorrow, as it's supposed to rain off and on, I've heard. I'll be off teaching my class - the last Saturday one for the season.
The girls and I spent the afternoon outside at our friends' house. The friends who are the same ages as my girls and are the sweetest little peas that ever there were. Time flies so quickly when you are outside and in good company, especially when we have spent so many months mostly indoors. It was in the 60's today, and there are only scattered hard icy spots of snow now where the piles were five feet tall a week ago. Balmy!
Poor Joe may be stuck indoors with the girls tomorrow, as it's supposed to rain off and on, I've heard. I'll be off teaching my class - the last Saturday one for the season.
posted by Shelly Kang at 9:57 PM
1 Comments:
Pomotomoses(Pomotomusi?) are everywhere!! I might have to succumb to its siren song. Can't wait to see yours.
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