Keep On Keeping On

The kids are finally home.  This momentous occasion was celebrated by looking at a duck pond.  Lucy decided “pond” was a more apt moniker than “puddle,” Zachary agreed, so I deferred to them.  It is a more appealing term than “swamp” for most people.

The Ball-Perkins Park rests behind our house.  This is a massive bit of undeveloped woods and field that we love to explore.  In the summer the city mows it.  Right now it is suffering from an outbreak of vernal ponds.  Meadows probably get embarrassed by such outbreaks, but we find it fun to watch the ducks.  When it warms up we’ll see if any amphibians have joined the party.  The ground is very squishy.

Sam and I missed the kids a great deal.  I was so bored without them I finally took down the Christmas lights – a job I had unofficially delegated to the next renters of the house.  We are still couch-less thanks to skunks and jumping on couches, but we should have the new one delivered this week.

My whole day seemed to point like an arrow toward Dad calling me on the phone.  No doubt bittersweet for him – he wants to talk to me and to have company, but also obviously wants us to trust he will be all right.  I think he will be.  Work for him starts again tomorrow which will offer some great distraction.  He’ll be okay.  And probably live for another thirty years for all we know!

I also start work tomorrow.  It has been a week and I have missed the students.  There’s a whirlwind of work to catch up on by Thursday as spring break is next week!  We are going to have a bit of a “five-paragraph” boot camp, I think.  Also, there will be science involved, because that is the most valuable subject.

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