Poking through my October archives, I found:
In another post about our trip, I found this (which I’d never have remembered, so if you wonder why I blog, here’s why):
I forgot the best part of yesterday’s morning repast. The food was in the hotel lobby, the tables in a small adjoining room. I filled Beanie’s plate and told her to go find a place for us to sit. When I entered the dining room with my own full plate, I was surprised to spot Bean chowing down at a table occupied by a large party of senior citizens. Everyone at EVERY table was grinning with amusement at our happy Bean and her hard-boiled egg.
“Oh!” I cried. I had to laugh. “I told her to find a seat. Guess I didn’t specify AT AN EMPTY TABLE!”
Rilla made a solar system’s worth of planets out of Sculpey. Their names, she tells me, are: Mom, Dad, Chocolate, Tinky, Pock, Imi, Marshmallow Yellow, and Beauty of Love.
(2011) We’d planted lettuce and peas in the garden already—guess I’d better get cracking. (I miss those morning glories. Time to replant!) Also: Dump Truck Huck.
A Friday in March
Catching Up, Catching My Breath
A Monday snapshot
2015: Year of Paper
This Could Go on Forever