five days and counting . . .

. . . until the kid goes back to school. She's actually keeping the countdown. Last week, I was probably ready to start a countdown of my own, as she was finding an infinite variety of ways to get on my very last nerve—but as it stands now, I am actually the one who's sad that our summer vacation is coming to an end.

"But you're in Florida" you say, "It's a year-round summer vacation." Somehow, I don't feel that it will be like that. We'll see. Now I have to get everyone adjusted to a new routine. That's a job in itself, along with the twenty or so other jobs I have. But it will all work out. I'm looking forward to walking her to school every morning.

"How Little House on the Prairie of you," you might add. Damn right. Downsizing, simplifying, trying to find a little peace and hopefully burn off some of these eating-out-too-much calories—that's what I'm all about these days.

Enjoy the rest of your summer.

déjà snow

This energizer snow just keeps going and going and going . . . and here we go again.

I've been feeling very Little House on the Prairie this weekend.

Yesterday we stayed home, waiting for the snow bomb to drop, which started at about 11am. I had just moved my car from where it was parked quite a few blocks away to a more visible spot across the street, where I could see it get buried. And it has. I moved the horse into the barn.

I did the laundry, sorted clothes in my daughter's room. I chopped the wood and did my chores, Pa.

I baked johnny cake for dinner, served with pears. I started a knitting project after dinner. Let's huddle by the fire until this winter is over.