So I’m gleefully filling out all paperwork dating the 27th of February and it’s the 28th… means Fat Tuesday is the 28th not the 27th, and the scary part is I have a huge calendar in my room and I look at it to check the date. This is what happens when you hang out with 1-year olds and there’s no other grown-up interaction.
It’s a wonder my brain hasn’t turned to Maypo yet…
I wasn’t certain, thinking Fat Tuesday’d be March 2nd but that’s a Thursday so we’re certainly not having a Fat Thursday. Come to find out it’s February 27th and not March at all. Guess I’ll have to get with it and get the classroom board together for an adaptation of Mardi Gras featuring my 1-year olds. I’m not worried; it’ll be awesome.
On that note and it having been an exhausting day as my kids regrouped from being away from school for the weekend picking up on their old habits they can only get away with at home… I’m going to kick back with my grandson and watch Scooby Doo and something to do with a Samurai Sword.
Winter’s back but so far no snow. Signs of the February times yesterday at 40º have dropped to “27 feeling like 14”. For the first time in five days at least my heat’s back on. I was told it might snow, of course I shoot for it waiting until Sunday night to really come down, but I haven’t found any indication through my weather update none of which changes ‘baby it’s cold outside’. An expresso this morning will be delightful as I inhale it’s fragrance contemplating what these last three days of February might bring.
Listen to that, the wind is howling around the building. Unless it dies down I don’t think we’ll be out for a walk this morning. Yes, my grandson is here, we’re having a sleepover.
Think I’ll get my slippers on, collect all my electronics, migrate to the dining room table, get a load of laundry started and make that espresso. Besides, I’ve got the laptop on one of those lap-desks and it keeps sliding away from me… holding it still with my arms while typing is becoming wearing… and making creases…
Talking to Mom yesterday and found out we’ll be “springing ahead” sooner than we think – March 12th. Clocks will be turned ahead and we’ll lose an hour… and as always I forget if that makes it lighter sooner in the day or darker longer in the morning. Let’s see if I can go logically… right now it doesn’t get light until 7ish… so if we turn the clock ahead an hour I’d say ‘right now it doesn’t get light until 8ish’. Balderdash! Well, it’s 6:06 now and still dark. It doesn’t make the earth jump ahead an hour. I think the point had to do with farming and crops but I wouldn’t mind if we just let it be and stopped changing it.
Depending on your profession the good news is it’s Friday. And… my cell keeps lighting up as friends post photos, articles and thoughts. Need to check on my dragons too…
Waiting for a new word document to open up, sitting feeling chilly – not a bad chilly being in the 50s outside and comfortable inside but like I could use a pair of slippers which I’m about to get. Woke a 2 – figured I’d do a couple of things to get drowsy again, possibly throw espresso into the mix. Wish I had half and half… I hate the way regular milk makes it taste (why at all you ask, just a crazy way I like my espresso) … prefer my fat milk instead. May that be the worst of my troubles on any given day. Now why do you supposed the spell check wants a question mark at the end of that… Guess I’ll tell it ignore then save though I don’t have a title yet so it can stop underlining it in green. Put on a wash too – think the rates are better this time of night, or morning more accurate. And I am felling tired… no, I’m feeling tired. Good time to stop. Think I’ll put my head down…
Up on and off all night but no ill effect. Weirdness though that a balloon in my grandson’s room popped for no reason I could detect and landed on his pillow. Glad I was sleeping there and not him. The sound woke me but still a good way to be tragically strangled by the ribbon so lesson learned here. Keep them tied away from the bed at night or better yet in another room. The only thing I can figure is it bumped against a push-pin head and that was it – a fluke more than anything else with lethal potential.
Another day begins and perhaps a mocha for me for a change. A plane flew by on the low side, something important going on or maneuvers for some reason. In any case usually it’s cars in the background.
Might be more of an interesting day than we bargained for.
On that note my grandson’s here
Hotel Transylvania 2 it’s clear
Won’t scare him away
His movie, why should it?
As we keep up tradition
Grandma’s thing that’s new
What makes it so right?
We’re in love with our monsters
And 70-degree winters
Can you believe it!
Heat hasn’t had to run the past couple days
Windows all open
The sun streams in
Now let me think this through
Abominable Christmas is next
Not just once a year
But a place in the heart…
Shhh it’s beginning
Dream Abominable Snowmen
Talk you can’t stay
Sliding door blinds pulled back looking out onto the dark listening to the peace, well with the washer in the background… still, that’s joy for me. In fact it got quiet, not like when a child gets quiet there’s cause for concern but quiet that it’s time to put what’s washed in the dryer. Then that hum’ll be in the background. Already done with my first cappuccino, fragrant, warming, clicked on both fragrance warmers, need I say fragrant and warming scent filling the apartment, and the biggest plan I have for today is walking to the local grocery store to buy hot cocoa.
Oh, and resetting the font. Hang on…
Should I succumb to Cambria? Never!
Speaking of beware the silent child, one of my little guys in the infant room – the biggest one, it had to be – has taken to biting so when he gets quiet beware for real. Yesterday he got two of the four, in fact; with one he left a mark that warrants an incident report so I have to rethink what to do with him when I’m cleaning up after meals. It just isn’t safe to turn your back on him; the kids are sitting ducks if you do. I’ll have to keep him with me in one of those busy chairs with the different gadgets to occupy a child then when I’m done we can both go to the ‘bullpen’ (the play area for my boys) and at least I’ll be right there. He’ll grow out of it… hopefully sooner than later. It seems like only yesterday I could let them all play together watching as they figure out how to become a tiny community while getting some cleanup done, my only concern being “don’t bang your toy on the window” and “you’ll be fine, you’re ok”… Yeah, it was only the day before yesterday before all hell broke loose.
Doesn’t life change in a blink…
Or is it halfway-full… halfway begun… halfway beginning, nah, sounds like we haven’t started yet, like the motor won’t kick over. Depending on what you’re looking forward to, halfway over could be a very good thing as the new year keeps ticking forward… something like that. It’s just too early to wax philosophical… yes, I woke before the alarm today. Still dark, very peaceful but my grandson is sleeping over so I know I’ll be finishing this up in the evening.
In any case I’ve been thinking that over all these years, being aware now there’s not much difference but, it’s amazing that 28 days makes it seem a short month though it’s only a matter of 2-3 days difference from all the others. Since I was a kid February was “the short month “as if a full week were missing and we’ll hurry up and be over with it which got us closer to summer vacation not having work to worry about. Actually it was closer to spring and Easter first, then the other but there couldn’t be any doubt it was a good time of transition. Not that we thought transition but it was change, the smell of spring and an excitement of changing weather in the air. Anyway, I don’t think I knew anyone who didn’t refer to it as short. It’s the same principle that made it annoying a month only had thirty days and not 31. Why were 31 days so important? I remember gown-ups saying “only 30 days this month”… only?
We’ve had a blend of winter and spring – cold at night, warmer during the day (around 40), while the east has had 10 inches of snow – I keep seeing pictures of nieces and nephews with mounds left behind by the plows – behind them literally as the backdrop – wearing snow gear and big smiles finding myself thinking “isn’t that melted yet…”? No, not yet. Seeing we’ve had some severe weather earlier than usual I’m wondering if we won’t get zapped again. If it’s going to happen it’ll be soon.
It better hurry up before we run out of February.