vaccuum… rinse and repeat
It is utterly beautiful outside. March came in like a lion and out like a lamb. Good job, March!
I am going to take this woman’s advice. Urgent business requires my presence on the other side of campus. Got to leave right now. Usually I know my way around pretty well, but this afternoon I have a funny feeling I’m going to get lost.
…or be taken with a fatigue to sudden and dramatic that I must lie down immediately.
In the sun.
Rada and I have been trying our best to deal with the cooped-up-ness of late winter.
Last weekend, we dressed her teddy bear in a matching coat and turban, held together by clothes pins.
Note also, the body art on legs and feet. She did this using a stamp pad received at one of her numerous birthday parties. I assumed it is washable in soap and water, but three baths later, I’m not so sure.
This time of year is worst. The days crawl by. Snow flurries threaten. Winds blow. The temperature hovers in the thirties.
No wonder March harbors silly holidays like St Patty’s, Mardi Gras, and Purim: anything to relieve the monotony.
I am sick of seeing my pasty white face in the mirror, sick of putting on boots, mittens, hats, gloves, scarves. And we’ve still got mud season to get through before it really improves.
I just returned from 5 days in northern Florida. Maybe I shouldn’t have gone. Its worse, knowing there are parts of the country which are civilized.
Six weeks from now you’ll hear me wax poetic about the nascent spring, the dewy tulips and the fresh warm breezes. But for now I am going to dig curmudgeonly into my gloom and wail on.
I recently returned from 5 days in Florida visiting family and friends. The mornings were cool but it warmed up by afternoon. There was wind, water, sand and sun.
My sister Rebecca visited. She is an amateur manicurist and she brought her kit. One evening – either because we had seen so many bare feet in Florida (and so few in Massachusetts) or because we were just in a mood to paint – we asked Rebecca to do our toenails.
The under-6 set tortuously deliberated over colors, finally settling on a pattern of alternating hues in stunning contrast:
Inspired by its vibrancy, the manicurist and her sister went one step further and did the ’sampler look’:
The manicurist’s mother, however, set a more conservative tone with a warm green monochrome. Very elegant:
