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Here's hoping today is better than yesterday. We were coming off a contra dance weekend in Missouri, which, in addition to being at the outer limits of Jamie's travel capabilities (five hours in the car one way), was at a state park with cabin camping, which we weren't totally prepared for, so despite the fun of seeing everyone, playing a really good two hour set for dancing and calling a couple dances which went just fine (despite running stream of smart ass commentary from banjo and bass players), Monday sorta sucked. The only thing I think I did right was make a pot of chili and put it in the fridge on Thursday night so we had a real dinner when we got home on Sunday. I need to remember to do that every time we leave town.

Jamie finally got the cold I had last week, so he wants to nurse all the time he's around me, which, ouch. I'm still tired and yesterday was just plainly depressing. We were sticking around the house, which I think was a mistake, and I was spending a lot of time missing my parents.

Today is going to be better. We have playgroup, so, hooray that. I have money for a coffee on the way and we're going to go get rhubarb at Whole Foods afterwards (cannot wait until my rhubarb comes up next spring) so I can make strawberry-rhubarb bars for a party this weekend.) If Jamie's still cool with things, we're going to go to a hardware store and pick up odds and bobs to fix stuff around here, and perhaps, just perhaps, I will get out and garden for a little bit with him.  Pull some weeds or something.

And we planned menus and did shopping last night, so we have the stuff for an Indian chicken-and-lentils dish tonight, which will be good and even better reheated and J. is going to show me how to drive the lawnmower so I can get out of the house for a bit (and drive the lawnmower around the lawn, but what the hell, nobody will be trying to nurse while I'm doing that.) So yes, craptastic day yesterday, but better one today.





 

JTHN: What's all the crap in this crock? 

ME: Yes.
JTHN: Oh! I thought you said, "Let's have a crap in this crock!"
ME: ????
 

The second one said on the back, "Whip me, beat me, make me read the Iliad."

Tonight, called at the Fermilab dance, which was about as opposite a contra dance experience as I think I could possibly have, except for a room full of first-time dancers who don't speak English. Instead, I had a tiny crowd, as it's Easter, with three kids, one of whom was four. Four.

I ate a lot of pizza this weekend. Not bad in and of itself, but perhaps next week, I will find other foods to eat.
 

What's not to love? 

Right now, it's "The Mother of All Morris" on constant replay in the car. Good music for spring.
Now if someone would only release "With Bells On" in the US ....
 

Anyway, we hacked down the cornstalks, pulled up the frost-killed tomato plants, dug some weeds out of the berry patch (a sisphysean, sysph..dammit. That guy who shoveled stables, er, no, the guy who rolled rocks up hills) task.

What a lot of work for a botched adjective.
Then we planted garlic and did the grocery shopping for the week. Note to Chicago area readers: Dominick's is having a good sale on liquor and wine.

I like the 'fall back' day, because I feel like I can get more done.