Outside my window, the skies are greying up. The brilliant blue sky of just an hour or so ago is fading quickly.
I am thinking about yesterday and two young boys doing what boys across time have done...playing in dirt and riding in toy cars.
I am thankful that my husband found more packages of hot cross buns. Here's to you, dad!
From the kitchen comes the lingering aroma of yesterday's chili making and this morning's bacon. Husbands who cook are simply gems.
I am wearing my clearance rack Chico jeans from a few years back. I think I've goten my $9 worth!
I am creating lots of mail art these past few weeks. My photos, blank cards, washi tape, etc. = hours of joy. Snail mail makes me smile...and I've got to send some to get some.
I am going to a gem show at Chantilly with my teaching partner in just a bit. She goes for supplies; I go for the pretty colors and inspiration.
I am reading the morning paper again, doing the Suduko and crosswords as well. Prices had climbed out of sight and we'd cancelled all but the Sunday paper, but they made us an offer we couldn't refuse, so I've got this small pleasure back in my world.
I am hoping for a snow day. I really don't want snow, but if it's going to come, it may as well give me a day off.
I am hearing the sounds that Phil is back after dropping off the mail art mentioned above, and he picked up more hot cross buns!
Around the house - piles, piles, piles! We are sorting, tossing, taking things to Goodwill. We're aiming to clear out a "bag a day." It's time to pare down and simplify.
One of my favorite things - besides hot cross buns - is homemade chili with cheese and sour cream.
A few plans for the week - grading papers, more tossing of stuff, and maybe a trip to the used book store. Oh, and a class with Diana Trout!