Picture of the Day

Little Molly likes to jump from kitchen counter, to fridge, to partition wall between kitchen and living room. Usually she just sits up there feeling clever, but this time she stretched right out and went to sleep.

In lieu of something interesting (am going to be late for work if I don’t hustle—spent all morning finishing up the England scrapbooks—which are, thank God, DONE now. And, incidentally, am so pleased with them I have been wandering about forcing my family to look at them and admire as much as possible. As Jenn said, “I like people to look at my scrapbooks. I don’t even care if they enjoy them. I just want them to look.”)… wow. Lost my train of thought…. anyway, here are some other sort of recent pictures.

The recent scrapbooking marathon.

The M and I on Easter Sunday

Off to work. Happy rainy Friday, friends and neighbors.

This morning

This morning I’m not doing anything dramatic, exciting, or noteworthy.

I’m still in the tank top and pajama pants I went walking and did yoga in. Will doubtless shower soon.

My biggest plans are to write the captions for my England scrapbook and read some Trollope (his birthday was yesterday. I celebrated). Then go to work this afternoon. Nothing major.

But it’s wet and green out. And the birds are singing with tentative, damp sort of songs. The house is quiet. Except for M, who is talking to the cats on her balcony (“do you guys want in yet, or are you still happy?”). She must have opened the door, because Davy came galloping by. Moll is still on the deck, bat ears swiveled to the sounds of geese honking on the gray lake.

Just a good day.