What I Did on the Last Day of Winter

On the last day of winter, I got up.

I remade the coffee, as the bucket didn't shut properly when I set it last night, and it gurgled forth coffee and grounds and was unsuitable for human consumption.

THGGM and I argued. He thought that I should do something that I thought he should do. Of course, he was right. But, being the understanding man that he is, he did it anyway.

I went to church. First, I went to the library. While there I wondered how I ended up being the librarian. Then I remembered. At the time, my mother-in-law was working for a publishing company and was giving me bags full of children's books almost daily. I kept some, and passed the rest on. Hmm. Must be why the librarian at the time roped me into working in the children's library. Then, she ran off somewhere. I should be madder at her than I am.

Sometime in the afternoon I made tacos. No wait. Youngest Son cooked the meat, THGGM got everything else ready. I held Baby Boy. I did clean it all up though. That must count for something.

In the afternoon I savored a new book I bought yesterday. Rarely if ever do I pay full price for anything, but I did for this. It's Jo Packham's "Where Women Create". I fell in head first and just surfaced long enough to make potato salad. Yesterday THGGM bought a larger Forman grill so he was itching to try it out with hamburgers tonight. I'm generally opposed to making potato salad in winter (which it still is) but I do make concessions from time to time to please other people.

I spent a good portion of the evening trying to post pictures on Baby Boy's blog. It was VERY slow going, and frustrating. THGGM, Son-in-law, Daughter and Baby Boy were watching "Big". Baby Boy has a tummy ache. I feel sad for him. We've tried everything. It seems he's given up pooping. It is the season for giving things up, but this seems a stretch.

THGGM surprised me by not leaving for Illinois tonight. He is leaving in the morning. Is this because I get so sad when he leaves on Sunday evening? I don't know. So, we spent a portion of the evening in deep conversation over something, I forget what already. It was good just to hear his voice.

There were some other interesting conversations at my house today. Dear Old Niki, my totally deaf and almost blind dog was yapping uncontrollably all afternoon. This is because she can still smell. And the smell of meat was especially appealing to her. THGGM told Son-in-law that he would pay him 20 bucks to hit her over the head with a hammer. THGGM is the gentle sort, but he does have his limits with the incessant barking.

Later, while Daughter and Son-in-law and THGGM were watching "Big", THGGM fell into one of his snoring fits. The head bobs forward, the head bobs back and forth, the mouth falls opened, the strange unhuman noises fall out. I offered Son-in-law 20 bucks to hit him over the head with a hammer. I too am the gentle sort, but I too have my limits with the incessant snoring.

Actually, we all do love each other deeply, and would never hit a living thing. Not man nor beast.
Anyway, back to me.

I have several ideas for creative work spaces after pouring though my new book. The art studio of Anna Corba is my favorite. Although, her studio is in a two story carriage house. Mine isn't. But, my strong men carried out the excercize machine and two swivel rockers, so I now have room to move around. Some. There is still a large sleeper sofa in there. THGGM left it there, saying that he could lounge around while I make stuff.

I'll keep my ballpeen hammer at the ready.

Youngest Son just came home. The pets are fed and bedded down for the night.

I've tucked winter in tightly and said good night.