Monday, March 31

I've just walked to work, which is a nice hour or so (not including stopping for coffee near the end). Just to prove that the snow didn't win. Hah. And the Red Sox have their opening game tonight. Snow, do your best. Spring is coming. You can't stop it.
Snow. You've got to be kidding me.

Sunday, March 30

Somebody left John Berryman's 77 Dream Songs at my house a week ago. Anybody?
Spent another day in the city. Maybe we should just move there. Right.

I like my friends. I've come up with a lot of things I would like to do today that will probably never happen. Nag me about them if you think any of the following ideas are worthy of nagging:

-a book of poetry for children
-a sweater for Celeste
-a little book of my poems of Love and Adoration
-more poems of love and adoration
-big paper mache eggs
-some sort of nonsense, but in writing

My husband is lonely. I'm off for a bit to see him.

Friday, March 28

Tonight we went to Cambridge for a reading by Jim Dunn and this woman Morgan. I spent a good amount of the reading worrying about whether I had left a pot of soup on the stove on or not. I was pretty sure that I hadn't, but not being able to remember actually turning it off, I let myself get freaked out enough to make the ride home miserable with anxious anticipation. The poetry was good.

Today your love
tomorrow the world.

That is on my hand and I have to write it somewhere before it wears off. You cool kids know where it is from.

I made a friend tonight. Hello Aaron. You are only the second person to have been given my blog address, including my husband. I am only addressing you because I hope you will look at this, since I told you about it. If not I guess that would kind of be like meeting someone and giving them your number but they don't call back. It was good to talk to someone new. I could have easily not been in any conversation tonight, so introductory questions were just right. Not too deep, not about war, and generally interesting.

I really don't like war.

I think the Red Sox have their first game this week. I hope so. This winter has been so desperate and depressing; I would like to be able to channel all those feelings into my favorite baseball team.

Now I think I will go shopping for goodies for my Easter Egg hunt. Goodnight.

Wednesday, March 26

I just got home from work. The only piece of mail I got today of any importance is the new Playmobil catalog. There are a couple things I sure would like, including a girl pirate, a chimney sweep, a Viking longboat, and a sea serpent.

I'm pricing books for a big sale ths weekend and have come across some lovely ones.

My most favorite thus far is 'The Brownies Around the World', in which the Brownies visit the Giant's Causeway. It made me think of Ireland, of Galen, of a lot of things I miss on these days when the air is warmer outside than it is in... There have been a lot of children's books today. A good number were about fairies or nonsense. I am encouraged to write for children when I see some of them. Of course, I don't. Did you know that Helen Bannerman (who wrote Little Black Sambo) was a Scotswoman?

I started writing a song yesterday. It's a bit about the war, but not completely. I am really afraid of writing corny songs. I think that's part of why I haven't really tried it. In fact, that may be one of my biggest problems with writing. I doubt it will be very good, if I can even come up with a tune for it.

Tuesday, March 25

Today was busier than I expected. My usual Tuesday lunch with my sister turned wild when her husband couldn't take her four kids and a friend needed help with her two sons. Off to the Sunny Day, six boys and she and me. It would have been fine if all the other children in the place hadn't flocked to us. The adult-child ratio was not good.

I hope last night's soup is better today.

Monday, March 24

The kids are asleep. The dishes are not done. Most of them are from yesterday, when all sorts of people came over. The BBC is talking about how many casualties Americans will tolerate in this war.

I'm thinking of making a sweater for Aiden out of some yarn I got in Florence last year. I bought three very different yarns to knit together. They look good next to eachother but when I tried using them in the same project I really didn't like it. This ribbon yarn is variagated blue, green and yellow. I only have enough for something small. Aiden will be two this summer and I think a little cardigan may be nice. I always knit her cardigans, though. I bet I could design a little jumper, knit from the top down. I don't know how far the yarn will go. If I knit it in the round I can just knit until I run out of yarn.

I've planned to do too much this week. My violin is still at Nate's house and I doubt I will get to practice as much as I should before our next lesson. I did play piano a bit today, but not much. I've got too much work to do this week. Oh well.

Noah says:
I don't know how to read stories. I only know how to read Jack and the Giant Beanstock. Hey, I can't do that.
He says:
We can just sign our names up for high school or something. We can do N-O-A-H. Do you know where the N is?
Noah is typing.
nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnooooooooooooooooooooooaaaah noaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah


emma noah 098uiojjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhgggfds

(that was 'the rabbit jumped over the moon').


Noah and his brothers are sleeping over. It's just eight o'clock and my husband has fallen asleep. Soon I'll put the kids to bed and do the dishes. It's been a bad war day and a good work day. Is any day a good war day? I think I may be too tired to start this. Noah brought the old typewriter from the living room in and is typing on the floor while I type here. Noah is 4. My sister is teaching a knitting class tonight and so I have 3 of her 4 boys. They cheer me up.