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Not too far down the road is a local greenhouse shop. Even though I have no memories of ever going there when I was a kid--and I know they were there--I've mostly staked it out as my go-to plant store. They are not the cheapest, although I can't imagine that they are the most expensive either. But they are local, and I drive by them almost every single day.
A week ago, they posted their opening date on their reader board: March 20. First day of spring.
Jules had asked when we were going back to the greenhouse, and I said, "We'll go there after school on the first day of spring."
It was cold and windy outside, but inside the greenhouses was exactly what spring should look like. My girls and my niece ran along the rows of flowers oohing and ahhing over all the pretty flowers. We walked in the first greenhouse and oh! Pansies! So each of the girls picked out a pansie.
We walked in the second greenhouse and oh! Hyacinths! So each of the girls picked out a hyacinth.
Yes, I'm a sucker for nice smelling plants.
Addie was so funny because she was just like the older girls: very specific about which plant she wanted. She could not be coerced into another color, no she could not. She wanted the burnt orange pansie and the blue hyacinth, no matter how much her sisters wanted her to get a flower that matched theirs.
(And, yes, she was only wearing socks. Because we could not find shoes. The end.)
Sydney picked out this purple daisy plant. It has a name. I am not a plant name rememberer.
: 2 :
My spring break is this coming week. I always love spring break because I always love school holidays. In terms of functionality, I can't do much other than what I always do on regular days because Jason and the girls have spring break the following week. Yep. Southern Washington's spring break is always the first week in April, and Northern Oregon's spring break is the last week in March. Ergo, for the rest of our professional careers, Jason and I will never have the same spring break.
If I worked full-time, this might be kinda miserable. But since I don't, then it's almost as if I get two spring breaks. Last year, I got my spring break, and then Jason and I went to Scotland during his. It's not a big deal for me to cancel classes at this point in the semester, so it's a win win for me.
: 3 :
My lovely sister's birthday was yesterday.
She had decided that for her birthday she wanted to get out of town, so she's spending several days in Belgium.
I told her that it sounds pretty fancy to me. "Oh, you know, thought I'd fly up to Belgium for my birthday."
The perks of living in Europe!
: 4 :
At the beginning of the year, I made a goal to read two books a month. Of course, for people who read a lot, two books doesn't sound like much. And while I used to read a lot, I just don't that much anymore. Well, that's not entirely true. I do read a lot. I just don't read a lot of books. I read lots of online essays, magazine essays, and the newspaper.
As for my goal? I've read one book this year. I've tried a couple others but quickly drop them. I don't want anything sad. Or dysfunctional. Or angry. Or melancholy. Pretty much anything with conflict gets pushed off my nightstand. I'm not especially keen on anything thought provoking either. High literature also might be out.
When summertime comes along and my seasonal mood disorders brightens up a bit, then I can try some of those books, but until then I'm stuck reading nothing.
I'm taking recommendations.
: 5 :
Last Sunday, on a last minute's notice, I ran in Portland's Shamrock Run. Jason's coworker was supposed to run it, but then he got hurt. So then Jason was going to run it, but then he got sick. So then he said I should run it.
The Shamrock has several different distances, and I was really hoping I was running the 5K or even the 8K, but no, I was running the 15k (just over 9 miles). Even though I've been running, and even though I'm running a half marathon at the end of April, I'm still not in terrific shape. I decided I would be happy if I could run it in under two hours.
And at 1:48 I made my goal. I'll save you the trouble of doing the math: that's just over 11 minutes a mile. I am a slow runner. I am at peace with my slowness, though, because I have no aspirations of becoming fast.
I was prepared for miserable weather, but lo and behold we had gorgeous weather.
Thank you Saint Patrick, patron saint of runners hoping for nice weather in the middle of March (okay, not really. but he could be).
: 6 :
For the past two weeks, Jason has had soccer games on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays. This means that he doesn't get home until late on those nights. That rotation is now over, and so now he will only have late weeknight games two days a week instead of three.
Doing bedtime all by myself turns me into the worst possible version of myself. It doesn't help that I have two kids who require extensive separate bedtime routines, but that is no excuse.
I feel guilty about not being a better parent, which turns into a low grade depression, which makes me exhausted, which disconnects me from my family. Consequently, I am feeling low.
If you are the kind of person who prays, I would appreciate your prayers. I have charted my moods over the past four springs, and I now realize that I will probably just always struggle with March, April and May. It's not just because Jason coaches soccer during those months, it's also because I am ready for warmer weather like you wouldn't believe. The trick is to not get so miserable that when June comes along I can't bounce back.
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So as to not leave on that bummer note: Whenever the sun does come out, here is a common sight along our driveway.
These three have a funny little dynamic going on, but they are just crazy about each other.
I hope you have a great weekend! For more Quick Takes, check out Jen's page.