Random Thoughts

It is officially spring. How can it be that we are under a winter storm warning? Shouldn't it have to be called a spring storm warning? I'm going to call it that. A spring storm with ice and snow. Presently, it is pouring and thundering which is in line with spring weather, but makes for a stinky dog. Which reminds me, one day Jonge came inside from a light rain and announced disgustedly, "I smell like a wet boy!".

Today I went thrift shopping for the purpose of finding some new spring clothes. I found three shirts. I also found a recorder and number three in a series of books for girls that I am collecting for Famke, both were 10 cents.

THGGM has been working strange hours recently. Strange to me. He has adjusted just fine, as he always does, and as I never do. Anyway, today he got out of work at 11:30. We went out for lunch, ran a bunch of errands and were back home at 2:10. Normally it seems to me that time flies, but I cannot stop looking at the clock and gasping at the thought that it is only 9:35. I've already had my tea, the coffee pot is set for 4:00 AM, and I've been crocheting yellow flowers by the dozens. Tonight I just may have to give in and crawl into bed BEFORE it is actually tomorrow.

I'm reading another Henri Nouwen book. I love him. Yes. I think I'll be in bed early tonight to finish it. I also picked up another Archy and Mehitabel. Such different genres, yet equally good bedtime reading. Except, of course, for the thought that Archy is a cockroach.

Is anyone watching anything interesting on TV anymore? If you are, please tell me about it in the comments. It seems I'm watching either the History Channel or HGTV. Sometimes I wonder just how fun it would be to go on House Hunter's Vacation Homes and sneer snobbishly at something that costs over a million dollars. I think I might like to try that, once. Oh, and I do also watch The Duggars. I can't keep up with how many kids they have, so let's just call it that. I like them, in that weird sort of way one likes a TV family. My parents were lovely God-fearing people too, but they did bust out into a scream every once in a while, probably just to prove they were human. The sum totally of my parenting advice would be to yell every so often so the children in the family know that there are other emotions besides extreme calmness. Of course, I'm sure that if Mrs. Duggar ever had the opportunity to have PMS she might scream a time or two, but probably just into a thick pillow. When I was a child I always found it comforting when my mom banged the pans around in the kitchen. Although it was good to know the alternate route to the upstairs, avoiding passing through the kitchen at all costs.

THGGM has lost 30 pounds since January 10. We are on the very same diet. If I bend down very very low and squint at the scale there is ever so slightly the possiblity that I may or may not have lost a half of a pound. But I don't think so. I'm going to have to tweak something but I'm just not sure what. THGGM likes to be optimistic and kind and tell me things like "But at least your blood sugar has improved!" He's lucky he's so cute. That's all I have to say.

Famke has been exceptionally funny lately. Three and a half is an interesting age. Daughter came to my house after work one day last week. Famke had gone into the bathroom just before she came in. I mentioned this to Daughter and said that she was probably done now. Daughter opened the door and asked Famke if she had gone and if she needed any help. Famke's response? "Yes. But go away. I'm not done singing about it yet."

Oh, what a better outlook on life we all might have if we just stopped to sing about such things.