I'd be outside right now, but I'd wilt faster than the seedlings I took for a walk a few days ago. I brought them outside with me when I planted more seeds, set them in the shade, said nice things to them and then watched them droop in the space of ten minutes. Even the daffodil went limp. I rushed them all back in, where they perked right back up.
It's going to be a loooong summer, I can tell.
I have a fever right now, which I love. Had it for a couple of days now. In spite of that, I took the boyos to the park yesterday, and then out for hot dogs at the hardware store, because every now and then despite my cluelessness, I'm that mom. Besides, I love going to the park in the spring.
It's the swings, man. There is nothing finer in this world than slicing back and forth through the air like a sheet of paper blown off a desk. You would think that with a fever, the experience would be disconcerting, unpleasant. Not so. I actually stopped feeling dizzy. I felt weightless instead. If there's a heaven, and in the even more unlikelihood that I will be allowed in, I hope heaven's a swing on a green hill in springtime.
A couple of boys, no more than 12, approached the park. My boyos stopped their play and watched them. As the older boys came closer, I could hear them swearing to each other.
“Watch it,” I mumbled, in my preternaturally deep voice.
“Shit! I thought you were a kid!” One replied. Then they both took off running.
Ah, just one advantage of being under 5 feet tall...