Blooms in a snowstorm.

Go ahead. You be the one to tell her she can't wear her sundress yet.

One word got me through this day. And that word is not faith, nor hope, nor wine.

Cooking.

I made bread. I made steel-cut oatmeal. I made omelets. I made brownies. I made corn chowder. I made garlic toasts. I made a white bean gratin.

I made school lunches for tomorrow.

Maybe hope did get me through, a little bit.

More tomorrow. Thanks for reading.
tt

Weekend dichotomy; and please no more snow

Saturday morning::

I got up with Anna before everyone else. Put out breakfast things, made coffee and tea, put on The Aristocats. Then crawled back into bed. Had them bring me mugs of tea while I read a cookbook. Kids would crawl in periodically, warm up on me, and then scatter again. Heaven.

Saturday night::

Unexpectedly, we were left with just one girl. And the one who is asleep by seven. Tim inked in some cartoons. I took random useless pictures. Tim made a pizza. We watched a movie. Heaven.

I can't even talk about the possiblilty of snow tomorrow. On Friday, after the haircut, Anna and I sat on a bench on the sidewalk and ate lunch. And now...

More tomorrow. 10 to 14 inches, more. Thanks for reading.

tt