how nice it is to not be in a life that is full of monday morning crazy-busy obligations.
mondays are often busy for us, of course, but that is just the way of things... we can go or stay, race or piddle, puddle or huddle as we choose.
and we do.
the dad went skiing.
the son took the pup for a walk. (he's taken on that chore with a certain gladness and joy.)
the gril and her mama made button valentines.
we've spun wool that's filled with lots of earthy colors - auburn, greens, rusty browns and coppery oranges. 'twill be beautiful on the newest friend's head, i think. hair that looks and feels like warm, breathing earth.
trevelyn has reacquainted himself with his greatest love-- prehistory. people talk about children being in a "dinosaur stage", and i just nod, and smile, as he's been in this "stage" since he was a year old. truly, deeply, madly. probably a good twenty-five feet of our sixty foot timeline is dedicated to the Hadeon Eon through the beginning of the Cenozoic, so there you have it. our priorities are clear.
maddie and her dad had marathon paper airplane tosses and games.
we read some about George today - i tried, i really did. somehow it was rather grueling in my head, and i thought what was coming out my mouth was blahblah, blah blah blah blah... felt it was prudent to put it away, today.
so we got out The Princess Bride, instead.
today we got to find out that Count Rugen was dun dun duuuuuuun... the six-fingered man!!
trev was astounded. and thrilled. again. 'tis a very thrilling book, you know.
maddie made gumbo.
(well - she took her daddy's gumbo out of the freezer and cooked it herself.)
she's being the traffic cop, now... she's made a stop sign and taped it to a yardstick, and is governing the house with her shouts of "Stop!" and "Go...."
the winds have stopped, and the snow is falling softly, now.
that's pretty much how it's been, today.
there isn't anyone or anything that can tell us any different,
so we'll just have the day the way we want it.
'tis as it should be, yes?