I love spring break. I love love love life.
- A nice run with big sissy turned into a walk under some rather intense rain. I love walking in the rain, but the neighbors think we’re crazy. We walk non-chalantly in the downpour. When the cars drive by disapprovingly I wave and Sarah hides her face. Something about being an upperclassmen in high school, you just learn to revel in any awkwardness you can find.
- Reading children’s literature books late into the night and clapping off beat are my guilty pleasures. Call me a goody-goody.
- “It is such a beautiful day!” Such exclamations don’t seem to have a place under a cloud covered grey sky with an off and on cold drizzle. But it is a good day, we promise! You just have to look at it from another angle… like from the inside out you know? Oh… never mind.
- Ruby Tuesday’s with sissy. We filled that place with more laughter then they’ve probably handled in two years. Ritzy people getting lunch, awkward people having dates, and then there is us with our coupons – laughing our heads off.
- Tipping. It’s awkward, particularly when you don’t know what in the world your doing. Whispered financial sessions over the booth make for the perfect way to end a fancy meal and crush any confidence you may have gained from being the big-girls-out-to-eat-in-the-fancy restuarant-all-alone.
- Eavesdropping on conversations in the booth behind us. Our president ” isn’t even American!!!”. I don’t care about the one million qualms you may have with our current chief executive, no one is going to convince me that he is some anti-american-muslim-maybe-even-Saddam-Huessins-third-cousin-in-disguise. That’s like saying Rebecca Black’s Friday is about the Kennedy assassination. But then again everything may actually be about the Kennedy assassination.
- A perfect morning with big sissy ended in a trip down memory lane…errr… outdoor world. The store for hunters, fishers, and other liars? I guess we fall into the later category. No matter – Catfish didn’t disappoint. They were just as unbelievably humongous as they were when I was five.
- All those fun crafty projects that you say you’d get done if you had the time? Okay realistically I’m still probably not going to finish any of them. Soap making, and patch work skirt sewing, and quilt mending, and room cleaning. Tough chance.
- Time, I love it. Time. Oh the time! I can bake bread and take it to our neighbors I’ve been wanting to visit. I can visit a young mom I know that lives down the street. Visits that include cute babies are the very bestest.
- Sibling projects. Zach does algebra problems with me, then I teach him how to make a homemade pizza. We made fancy breakfasts together, then I taught him how to find the slope of a line. Not to mention the huge joint painting of a sunrise that we ( Mariah, Zach, and I) accomplished together and then hung up in my room. I will treasure it forever and ever.
I can’t tell you how beautiful life is. Maybe it’s that huge cup of black coffee I drank this morning (“Don’t give me no sugar, don’t give me no cream – just want my black Coughfeeee), but the weather is beautiful and you can’t even see the blue in the sky. Cold and rainy days can be amazing too. Life is what you make of it, so let’s make gingerbread.
Oh, by the way: I’m going live this afternoon. Talking at an Odyssey network town hall meeting. They said I could use social media to advertise the thing. Just in case your interested in watching all the other speakers amazingness, or laughing as I embarrass myself yet again –