Spring Forward
Life has been full and crazy these days, but for the most part, okay. After another year of upheaval, it seems like things are calming down and looking up. [knock on wood] Work has been demanding and insane at times. I find myself torn between the lure of the familiar and comfortable and the desire to move on. It might be time to move on.
Still, I like my routine. I work hard and then go home, where there is constant movement. Rachel continues to grow and change. She’s fascinating to watch. We have homework and projects, play dates and family outings. There’s good TV (like Rome and Battlestar Galactica) and movies and books. There’s getting together with friends. There’s taking pictures and learning about new things. We’re also de-cluttering our life, taking boxes and boxes of household goods to storage. I love taking things to storage.
With spring coming, I desperately want to be outside doing something, anything, when I’m not at work. Yesterday we took a walk and fed the geese near our townhouse. We jumped rope with Rachel, almost-40-year-old legs trying to remember the rhythm from childhood. It probably wasn’t attractive to watch, but it was fun. We’re planning a trip to Monticello in a couple of weeks, a place I live 20 minutes from but haven’t visited since grade school. We want to go to Williamsburg and the beach (at least Rachel and I want to go to the beach) this summer.
Even though I scraped ice off my car windows this morning, I can feel spring coming and it makes me happy.
Still, I like my routine. I work hard and then go home, where there is constant movement. Rachel continues to grow and change. She’s fascinating to watch. We have homework and projects, play dates and family outings. There’s good TV (like Rome and Battlestar Galactica) and movies and books. There’s getting together with friends. There’s taking pictures and learning about new things. We’re also de-cluttering our life, taking boxes and boxes of household goods to storage. I love taking things to storage.
With spring coming, I desperately want to be outside doing something, anything, when I’m not at work. Yesterday we took a walk and fed the geese near our townhouse. We jumped rope with Rachel, almost-40-year-old legs trying to remember the rhythm from childhood. It probably wasn’t attractive to watch, but it was fun. We’re planning a trip to Monticello in a couple of weeks, a place I live 20 minutes from but haven’t visited since grade school. We want to go to Williamsburg and the beach (at least Rachel and I want to go to the beach) this summer.
Even though I scraped ice off my car windows this morning, I can feel spring coming and it makes me happy.