The weather was positively glorious and then it rained. I've missed rain. This was a cleansing, drumming down on the rooftops-rinsing the cars-sluicing off the roads and driveways-55 degree RAIN. It sounded good and even smelled kind of nice.
I wrapped up a big writing project and that felt lovely. My desk is bare-nekkid right now and I kind of like it.
Writing-wise I need to pick out which manuscript I'll work on for my summer Screw Iowa Writers Workshop. People keep asking for a sequel to Whipped, Not Beaten, but starting a brand new book is kind of hard. I've got 3 works-in-progress (WIPs, for those of you writer types out there) to choose from. It will be good for my soul to get one of them DONE and sent out.
Mr. B is on a mission to build 25 leprechaun traps by St. Patrick's Day. Long-time readers know our history with that around here. He's declared he wants to get a leprechaun HAT this year.
One of the kids in my Cubbies room Tuesday nights is the cutest little blonde girl who talks with a bit of a lisp. She's so darn adorable. We were talking about sharing and they made puppets and had to act out a skit where the puppets shared something--time, talent, stuff, could be anything. Her puppets shared "ithe cream, lemonade, macaroni and cheethe, and a map." It was the most fathinating list of things to share. She also has three dogs that she talks about "RileyBosthecoeandMulligan." I ask her to repeat the names just to hear her say them again in her piping little voice.
The water heater people are FINALLY finished hanging out at my house. So it was kind of funny to leave my cafeteria shift yesterday and meet them in the parking lot. I totally expected to run into one of them at Target later on that afternoon. It's been quite unproductive, just hanging around waiting for the water heater guys to pop upstairs with a question or to talk to me. I never really know what to do--do I lurk nearby? Go about my normal routine? I cannot function as usual with people in my house, so I've read a lot of online stuff & newspapers, cooked more than usual and got the laundry all caught up. I think it would be kind of weird if they came upstairs and caught me doing yoga in the middle of the living room, don't you? These guys were professional and nice, but I'm glad to be home alone once again.
Smokehouse almonds. I could eat pounds of them.
Spill it, reader. What's delighting you this week?