I’m obsessed with outside right now. I love the weather, the lilacs, the blossoms, and all my plants. Everything is fresh and green; it’s a whole new world out there. We eat all our meals outside, do work and homework on the deck, and spend every possible second not inside the house. Neve runs around outside with the neighbour kids every evening, biking and scootering and trampolining. Chloe and Spencer are at an age where they don’t really “play” outside anymore, but they go for bike rides (to the library usually) or walk to 7-11. I’ve been planting flowers and weeding and tidying up the flower beds. Last Saturday we spread 3 yards of mulch around the yard, which I was pretty excited about. It looks very mulchy right now but it makes the yard - especially under the front trees - look a lot neater. I’ve bought a bunch of flowers already, but still need some more for my window boxes. I’m going with an all-white theme in the window boxes this year. It may look really boring but I’m going to find out.
|After spreading mulch|
|One of my new favourite plants - the flowers feel like paper.|
Other than that, the only thing I’ve been doing is going to all the end-of-year school stuff – choir performances, band concert, special assemblies, etc. I volunteered for an all-day field trip to the U of M with Neve’s class last Friday. It had its fun moments, but it pounded home the fact that I am not teacher material. The U of M leader assigned to our group thought I was a teacher until near the end of the day (as I was physically holding the door of the racquetball court shut so the whiny kids couldn’t get out). I think he was pretty relieved to find out I was just a parent, not someone responsible for guiding and nurturing a whole class of precious souls. There are approximately 84 more school events that I have yet to attend before the end of June. And let’s talk about the last day of school: June 30!! Seriously? What life-changing school lessons will they be taught on the 29th and 30th? Surely we can finish things off on Friday, the 26th and call it a year. I need to write a letter to someone. But I won’t.
I just finished the book Hope about the girls in Cleveland that were abducted and held for a decade. Parts of it were tough to read (emotionally) but I figured if the girls wanted to share their story, the least I can do is read it. I thought they did a great job of telling their story but it’s still impossible to fathom what they went through and how they survived ten years of hell. It was definitely a story that will stay with me. And now I’m scrutinizing all my friends and neighbours’ houses so if I see you have a padlock on your basement door, you better have a solid reason.
After that I needed a lighter read, so I’ve just started The Magic of Tidying Up: The Japanese art of decluttering and organizing. It’s definitely not as riveting as Hope but the title says it’s life-changing so I’m giving it a chance. The only problem is that it means I have to spend time inside getting organized so I’ll have to wait for a rainy day to change my life.
My mom, sister and I went for pedicures today. It was one of those places where professionalism isn’t their highest priority. When customers walked in the door, the staff didn’t get up; they just called from wherever they were, “We’re busy now; you have to wait!” (“But I had an appointment ….” “Oh okay, I take you now.”). Eyebrow threading is done in the main room while everyone in the pedicure chairs watch. My mom’s lady was checking her cell phone during the pedicure. But their hearing skills were excellent. After we were all done, we were left abandoned for a long time without a word and one of us wondered aloud, “How long are we supposed to sit here.” One of the workers was sitting 15 feet away doing gel nails and she replied, “One more minute.” We laughed among ourselves and whispered about how she could possibly have heard us, and then she said, “I can hear everything!”
|Fire in the backyard with random crazy kids. Dale looks like he's posing for an advertisement. Not sure for what - roasting sticks, maybe?|
|Neve doing spelling on the deck|
And finally, one more photo of the mulch ... an aerial view this time. I tried to build a berm on the right but it looks like a grave.
PS. The random spacing and fonts on this blog bug me to no end. One day when I have time, I'm going to fix that.