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Mid-March Sunday Afternoon
Every day has a story in it. That's what writers will tell you. "You just have to find the thread of the narrative and follow it." Something like that. If that's the case, the threads of our Sunday afternoon stories area always the same. They always weave about our little recreation area down at in the corner of our property.
First, there's the green swing. "I call green swing!" one of our children -- usually L -- we shout when we head down the hill. Yesterday, before the kids went down (our Saturday evening threads are often the same as our Sunday afternoon threads), while the Girl was still getting ready in her room, the Boy whispered, "I call green swing."
Saturday Evening
Occupation Day
The Boy had occupation day at school today. He’s been excited about this for ages. The real treat, though, was when he went with K to pick up the Girl. The police officers directing traffic as school let out were all smiles when they saw him. One pointed out that, with his three bars, he was their superior officer.
Cold Snap
Just when we thought spring was here, we knew we couldn't possibly be right. There's always one more last stab of winter, one last attempt to hold on to the short cold days and remind us how thankful we are for a little warmth.
Lessons on the Stairs
When the Boy, who sometimes expresses such a frustration with his inability to read that he resigns himself to never knowing how to read, takes a book and tries reading on his own, you go along with it, no matter where it happens. This was last night.
Sunday
It's been in the seventies for a couple of weeks now. The blueberries are covered in blossoms, and various trees are sending out leaves. So of course it makes sense for winter to get one last dig in before giving up for the year.
We were supposed to have a three-day week this week but because of two snow days earlier in the year, we lost them. My worry, hearing about the potential for snow, was that we'd lose our third and final make-up day, which is the Monday after Easter. Sure, having a snow day Monday would be nice in a sense, but at what price?
So the small amount of snow that dusted the grass -- areas in the backyard that had nothing but soil melted the snow immediately -- seemed a little threat. Only one thing to do: put the new police uniform on and spend the day chasing bad guys.
And play some games.
Checking the Gift
L is going to a birthday party tomorrow. She had to check the gift before wrapping it.
Swing
