Well, not exactly sprung, but here in Wisconsin, we have pretty low standards. Most of the week has been sunny and warm. Shut up. 45°F is TOO warm. We made our first trip of the season to our favorite state park on Tuesday. The lake was still iced over. It looked kind of slushy to me, but we saw a guy out ice fishing, so it must have been at least a little solid yet. And there were still snow on the ground, but the playground was clear, so we had a nice time running around and playing. We also looked at the tiny buds on trees and basked in the springy-ness of it all.
On Wednesday, we met friends at our regular homeschool Wednesday park. Again there was snow on the ground, but Miss Bean decided that it would be good idea to go wading in the puddles. We had a bit of a discussion about good decisions versus poor decisions after I had her put her damp socks and boots back on. I was pretty sure little Mr. Beeb would think his big sister’s idea was great when he followed me over to lay down the law. Fortunately, Bug did a good job distracting him away from the temptations. My admonition that we were going home RIGHT NOW if anyone else went wading in the puddles, accompanied by the steam issuing from my ears may have had something to do with it. Smart kid, that Bug.
The week ended with a phenomenal BANG last night with Late Night Knitting. There was all of the standard good stuff about Late Night at the Ear: good friends (like her, her and sadly blogless lovely daughter, her, and her), good food (including the vanilla cupcakes that actually restore my will to live every couple of weeks), lots of luscious yummy yarn, and beautiful and inspiring projects. But, as an added bonus, the amazing, inimitable Franklin Habit was there to sign books and read a selection from “It Itches.” And, as an added, added bonus, the wonderful Mr. Habit came and hung out in the naughty girls’ room* before and after the reading. Life is good when someone you stalk admire is even more delightful and swoon-worthy in person!
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*Don’t ask. What happens at Knit Night, stays at Knit Night. Like gravity, it’s not just a good idea, it’s the law.
