So where were we? I was looking at clear blue skies, remembering.
Friday we went to a birthday party, just Emma and me. We closed the place down. Emma picked out a great present, a My Little Pony book and pencils with Christina’s name on them, but was worried later that she wouldn’t like them.
“What if she doesn’t like my presents?”
“Oh honey, she will, and on the off chance she doesn’t, her mommy will make her say thank you and she’ll pretend to like them.”
Emma sighed deeply and sounded forty-five years old. “I hope you’re right…”
Of course she had an awesomely wonderful time, and I did too. Must get out more with my friends. And? I got to cuddle baby Lincoln, so there. He sure was cute but I had to give him back before I got crazy ideas. I think it took him a good five minutes to look at me and decide, “Heeeeeyyyyy…. you’re not my mommy…”
After that, I picked up Sarah at her last day of music camp. The instructor said she did very well and was quite impressed. He didn’t know until the last day that Sarah is homeschooled. I’m making a point now to tell people after they meet the kids, that they learn at home.
Sarah and I stopped into the library because we were both sorely lacking reading material. The grouchy librarian asked how everyone was, and I told her how much fun Emma had at a party earlier. She said, “It’s nice for her to get out, I bet.” Yeah, such a change from keeping her locked in the basement.
I spent some time prepping for a yard sale, then fell into bed exhausted.
Saturday morning I was up bright and early, just after our drunken neighbours woke up the sun, again this weekend. Yard sale season is winding down, but we made out okay. I had to roll Ron out of bed, as some guys came by to see the motorcycle again and they wound up buying it, so it was a banner day.
We were up before the kids even. When Emma did finally get up, she was wandering around the yard in her nightdress and flip-flops, the ones with the big pink fabric flowers on them, making sure all the kids who stopped by were at home. She even took one little boy on a tour of the garden.
I cleaned up the yard sale early, because the die-hards know that by ten thirty all the decent stuff is gone, and then I headed off to the mall to pick up a couple things, including lunch. Although we don’t go for fast food often, like once every two weeks, BK is wearing thin and we haven’t been impressed the last couple of times. There’s not a lot of choices around though.
I bought Meaghan a small sticker maker, partly because it was way cool and a decent price, and I got to trade in HBC points and get it FREE. All I had to pay was the tax. I’m thinking of getting another one.
Emma also went shopping, as a cool-kids clothing store was having a huge sale, so we took advantage. She picked out a green dress and a pink skort, both in a dragonfly pattern. Her Mam trained her well, for she knew to look for the SALE sticker. It was also 30% off the lowest marked price. Later that day, we went out again running errands, and Emma (who is SO NOT SHY anymore) went right up to the clerk washing a window and said, “Hi, my name is Emma, do you like my new dress? I bought it myself.”
She also spent a lot of the day posing and preening, even winking at us. There’s one part I can’t explain, why she wandered around using a high-pitched voice, calling herself Jerry Ann the librarian.
The boys continued scraping around to the front of the house, where the paint was completely off right above the porch roof where the snow piles up. Ron was also scraping the trim around the oval window, when some of the smaller pieces practically crumbled when he touched them. Our neighbour is a woodworker (among other things), so Ron took over some pieces and he whipped up new trim for us. He does awesome work, as the miters are perfect, and they look exactly the same, except new. Pictures soon, I promise.
Today we have another birthday party to go to. Our neighbour is turning eighty-two and his wife is throwing a little meet-and-greet. Sarah went over to their house yesterday and helped clean. I’ve got some things to write (including this), some laundry to do, and a quiet Sunday dinner to think about and cook.
There are a hundred other little details – small incedental things – but the day is wasting away.