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I love the nice face of spring--sunny skies, the smell of cut grass you'd almost forgotten until your neighbor gets the lawnmower out, the lilacs and jasmine. Mmm. I don't love the angry face of spring that closes its eyes to make sure it's dark, dark, dark, and then has a howling tornado tantrum on you. No, thanks.
But today was the nice kind of day, so while the boys went off to scouts, I took the girls and Lap Boy on a walk. The girls rode bikes. Alas, we have almost no sidewalks and an overabundance of steep hills where we live. Little Sweetie managed to totally flip herself going down such a hill. Luckily she fell into the grass and doesn't appear to be hurt. But she sure screamed! It brought all the neighbors running. I think four must be another danger age. This is the third time in the past few days she's managed to fly off of something. This afternoon she went off a chair she was standing on to get up in her closet, and yesterday she was sitting on the end of my bed when she suddenly decided to flop on her back. Only she was right on the end of the bed. Total flip. Again, she was more scared than anything. And so was her mother. But she's okay.
Anyway. Outside smells so nice! I think a lot of writers forget the senses other than sight because we're just not outside enough. The lack of safe, decent pedestrian areas is also a contributing factor in weight issues in this country, too. I often feel like my body is screaming to just walk--and I don't mean on a plastic track or machine, either. I HATE neighborhoods without decent sidewalks. We have a nice walking trail in town, but you have to drive to get there. Having one walking trail to me is like having one grocery store for the entire city of Houston. Still, I'm hoping to go back to that one soon. I'm hosting playgroup tomorrow so I won't be able to do it then, but maybe Friday.
Now I've got to encourage Older Daughter to go to bed. This usually involves a mental battle of my own, as I can perfectly well sympathize with her desire to sneak her flashlight out and read long after bedtime. However, she doesn't like to get up in the morning, so I can't let her read in secret too long. (Her teacher reports that she's making phenomenal progress in reading, BTW--they have these graded readers in class and she jumped straight from level 13 to level 16. And that's with missing all last year and having to refresh her English. So all that sneaky reading is doing something good.)
Anyhow--good night and happy spring!
But today was the nice kind of day, so while the boys went off to scouts, I took the girls and Lap Boy on a walk. The girls rode bikes. Alas, we have almost no sidewalks and an overabundance of steep hills where we live. Little Sweetie managed to totally flip herself going down such a hill. Luckily she fell into the grass and doesn't appear to be hurt. But she sure screamed! It brought all the neighbors running. I think four must be another danger age. This is the third time in the past few days she's managed to fly off of something. This afternoon she went off a chair she was standing on to get up in her closet, and yesterday she was sitting on the end of my bed when she suddenly decided to flop on her back. Only she was right on the end of the bed. Total flip. Again, she was more scared than anything. And so was her mother. But she's okay.
Anyway. Outside smells so nice! I think a lot of writers forget the senses other than sight because we're just not outside enough. The lack of safe, decent pedestrian areas is also a contributing factor in weight issues in this country, too. I often feel like my body is screaming to just walk--and I don't mean on a plastic track or machine, either. I HATE neighborhoods without decent sidewalks. We have a nice walking trail in town, but you have to drive to get there. Having one walking trail to me is like having one grocery store for the entire city of Houston. Still, I'm hoping to go back to that one soon. I'm hosting playgroup tomorrow so I won't be able to do it then, but maybe Friday.
Now I've got to encourage Older Daughter to go to bed. This usually involves a mental battle of my own, as I can perfectly well sympathize with her desire to sneak her flashlight out and read long after bedtime. However, she doesn't like to get up in the morning, so I can't let her read in secret too long. (Her teacher reports that she's making phenomenal progress in reading, BTW--they have these graded readers in class and she jumped straight from level 13 to level 16. And that's with missing all last year and having to refresh her English. So all that sneaky reading is doing something good.)
Anyhow--good night and happy spring!
