I used to dread November. The greyness, the brown. But I love it now. November is a changing. The brilliant, showy colors of fall, slowly fade to quietness. The last phase of youth in a lively middle-aged woman fading away into strength and comfort. Not yet in winter's delicate grasp, but more than beauty now. Stability, tradition. Maybe not pretty, anymore, but beautiful on the inside. Seasoned, dare I say. I like November.
Today promises to be busy. I am not sure I like busy, but it's here for today. I am to march with the Lassies and the sponsor in a parade, and I am extremely worried about my poor feet. Hopefully, I can manage it. Then I will come home to prepare for a chilly hot dog cookout at a retired coworker's home. I need to pick up a side dish. I didn't plan well enough ahead to make anything.
Karl works until one; the cookout is at two.
Hopefully tonight will be peaceful, and I will be able to rest my feet!
I am not sure what I want to do with the night.
Liam got in trouble on the bus yesterday, so we have decided Pokemon and Minecraft are out until he can behave for two months. Only nonviolent, educational stuff. And Karl wants him off of Youtube, unless we are in the room monitoring it. I don't suppose it will hurt him to have less video-watching time. The kid needs to play. Kids don't run and play. I guess we all gravitate to what is easiest and passive watching is easy. Right now, Liam is going on about getting two fans and water buckets and making a homemade tornado. Who knows?
Well. I guess I Gabe will be down any minute. My dad is coming to watch the boys, so I can do the parade. It should be fun. I guess the hard part for me is not knowing what to do. I am not sure what role to fill. Should I say what I think, or am I just to provide adult supervision for when the sponsor needs a break? I guess I should just do what I think is best in the moment instead of thinking about it so much. Not really my style, though. I do have trouble breaking out of my head sometimes.
Enjoy your weekend!
Today promises to be busy. I am not sure I like busy, but it's here for today. I am to march with the Lassies and the sponsor in a parade, and I am extremely worried about my poor feet. Hopefully, I can manage it. Then I will come home to prepare for a chilly hot dog cookout at a retired coworker's home. I need to pick up a side dish. I didn't plan well enough ahead to make anything.
Karl works until one; the cookout is at two.
Hopefully tonight will be peaceful, and I will be able to rest my feet!
I am not sure what I want to do with the night.
Liam got in trouble on the bus yesterday, so we have decided Pokemon and Minecraft are out until he can behave for two months. Only nonviolent, educational stuff. And Karl wants him off of Youtube, unless we are in the room monitoring it. I don't suppose it will hurt him to have less video-watching time. The kid needs to play. Kids don't run and play. I guess we all gravitate to what is easiest and passive watching is easy. Right now, Liam is going on about getting two fans and water buckets and making a homemade tornado. Who knows?
Well. I guess I Gabe will be down any minute. My dad is coming to watch the boys, so I can do the parade. It should be fun. I guess the hard part for me is not knowing what to do. I am not sure what role to fill. Should I say what I think, or am I just to provide adult supervision for when the sponsor needs a break? I guess I should just do what I think is best in the moment instead of thinking about it so much. Not really my style, though. I do have trouble breaking out of my head sometimes.
Enjoy your weekend!
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