Blue-Footed Musings

It’s cute and frustrating and almost inspirational the way Livia refuses to believe us when we tell her that her homemade kite won’t fly. Not only is the kite not built properly, but there’s hardly any wind. Never mind. She believes she can do it if she tries hard enough and applies enough tape to the torn parts.

So which is worse? Accepting that the your kite will never fly and doing nothing? Or running like mad with your kite trailing behind you and imagining it taking flight even though it never will?

It is hard getting used to the chilly spring temps after suffering the hottest Easter ever.

There’s a lovely breeze outside today. The wind chimes are playing a tune that sounds a lot like John Williams’ Superman theme. I feel empowered.

Today is April 11. The crocuses started blooming weeks ago. The hyacinths started a few days ago. The first few daffodils opened today. The violet leaves are coming up, and I discovered a bud today. As to whether or not any of this is “early,” I cannot say. The temperature hit 90 degrees, though, and that is not normal.

Nothing is more satisfying than helping kids to build blanket forts.

Today’s mail included the final paperwork for the loan that we took out in 2012 to buy a new, state-of-the-art furnace. It is paid in full!

I returned some lottery tickets and walked away with $61 dollars (well, $55 after buying another $6 of tickets).

Profit sharing turned out to be a tidy amount (about another 2 weeks worth of pay—I”ll take it!)

Livia and I finished our shared coloring book.

I finished the first draft of my large 2016 photo album.

The snowstorm ended with rain, which soaked the snow and created an icy surface. The kids were able to slide down the frozen hill without sleds. Faithful Reader took videos. They were fun to watch.

I was tired, sad, and confused all week. My eyes were swollen from crying. Watching Peeps die was one of the Top 10 Worst Events of My Life.

Mojo took a nap on the faux fur in my office on Wednesday. He’s not supposed to do that. Faithful Reader said, “I didn’t have the heart to kick him off.” I replied, “That’s OK. He can go wherever he wants to go.” We will probably spoil him now like we’ve never spoiled a pet before, because he’s our only.

I am currently reading Writing Down the Bones by Natalie Goldberg. The book is composed of short essays that are easy to digest, and I’m about halfway through now. I wrote in my journal earlier this week, the first time I’ve written in months. Coincidence? Probably not. I’m not quite inclined to the Zen attitude that the author takes, but her advice is generally sound and often inspirational.

I genuinely disliked Nick & Norah’s Infinite Playlist by Rachel Cohn and David Levithan.

I have been rewatching Babylon 5. Based on my memories from watching it 10+ years ago, I thought the politics in this old show might have some modern-day relevance. I was right, and I’d much rather watch the fictional fallout of their president’s “Earth first” policy than the real fallout of our president’s “America first” policy. In fiction the good guys usually win. In real life the biggest liars with the deepest pockets usually come out on top. I’d just rather not think about real life too much right now.