A blizzard whipped through Minnesota on Thursday and Friday. Schools closed, windshields turning into blank pages, vegetation frosted and heavy, cars swishing their rear ends at stop signs. Inside our house, wadded Kleenx on the end tables and couch arms, on top of the microwave and beside the laundry basket on the carpet. The good news is that no one is desperately sick. The bad news is that we all seem to have the same cold--runny nose, cough, sluggish, crabby--so at any given moment, snot is always being wiped from someone's face.
We all went to Target today. Thisbe rode standing at the front of the cart. I bought a latte at the Starbucks inside and I was so incredibly happy when they offered me a small red, plastic, ring that you can attach to your cart to hold your coffee cup. What an amazing invention. Thank you, whomever did that. (I also give thanks for the lovely friend who had Thisbe over for a playdate yesterday when school was closed. And for the fact that both you and your sister are currently napping. AND--also renewing my faith in God--for Bethel's Parents Night Out from 3:30-7:30 today. Hallelujah.)
|While I shoveled the eight inches of sow, your father took photos. Which was especially cruel considering I only seem to have one leg.|