It’s beautiful, though, even for someone who is climbing the walls because she can’t get out and dig in the dirt.
We’re having a snow day; O is home, he’s built a lovely fire using wood we cleared from the land (ha!) last fall, and I’m about to make chocolate cookies and hot chocolate, and all manner of things chocolately, and we’ll all gather round the fire and enjoy.
Later after the boyos have gone to bed, O and I will enjoy the fire in an entirely different way.
So, last night we went on a family blind date, and met the family of Jonathon S.B. Tiercel and darn it, I forgot to ask him why he chose that name. Anyway, he’s an old friend of Des Moines Girl, older even than me, and that’s pretty old. (I remember when she and I were young virgins, dressed in white, huddling together and listening to ominous chanting in a room down below us. But I digress).
Very nice people, very funny, very beautiful children, and with similar views regarding the States vs the
Or I could have misread the whole thing, and Mr. Tiercel and family will be packing up and leaving to avoid us. :-)