Wednesday, February 3, 2010
A Very Nice Day
Whoa, y'all. I'm a tired old grandmother. Have I told you that I think that Owen should call me gee-gee-ga-ga? I think this because he is certain to start saying those very syllables very soon and when he does, I want everyone to think he is talking about me.
Mr. Moon thinks this is crazy. He wants Owen to call him Pop-Pop which he does not find ridiculous at all.
Well. There you go.
It's been a lovely day and Owen is back in the arms of his daddy and I have not yet made the bed or done the breakfast dishes. Or eaten, for that matter. Well, I did have that yogurt. I believe I am hungry now and so I should go attend to that and other matters such as the bed and the breakfast dishes. I wish I had something of earth-shaking importance to discuss, such as chickens or oh, you know, true love, but in fact, I am thought-less at the moment which is sort of lovely. I will tell you that I saw my first white violet of the year today. Yes. I really did. For some reason, here at least, the white violets come first and then the purple (violet) violets.
Okay. I went out and took its picture. Here it is:
I told you spring was coming.
And right now I have fifty-three unread items in my google reader so if I don't comment on yours today, please forgive me. As I was snuggled up to Owen this morning I had a vision of time as stepping stones which lead through the path of a day.
I skipped down most of today's stones with Owen in my arms and that's all there is to it.
I'm sure you understand.