| Poem for Thursday |
[Mar. 20th, 2008|12:02 am] |
( Quarantine )
Paul made it home early, though I was expecting him late because I knew the weather was causing flight delays. As it turned out, he got on an earlier flight than he was originally scheduled to take, and that was very lucky because the later flight took off almost two hours after its scheduled departure time. So I was out with the kids when he arrived at the house (getting Adam a long-promised pay-as-you-go Virgin Mobile phone on sale this week at Radio Shack, then stopping at the food store for bread and cheese). The rest of my day was mostly excitement like laundry, dishes, changing linens, driving kids to school and picking them up in the rain, etc.
I keep forgetting to mention my woe at having missed Russell Crowe and Great Big Sea together at RFK last weekend while I was science fairing...thanks to Anna for links to "Folsom Prison Blues" and "Molly Malone"! In local happy basketball news, the Maryland men won their first round game in the NIT against Minnesota, who was one seed higher. And in unhappy news, I did not hear until this morning that Anthony Minghella had died. Not that it's possible for Truly Madly Deeply to make me cry any harder now than it did the first time I saw it.
( Back to the Butterflies )
I know I'm days and days behind on correspondence and comments and all the rest. Thursday I'm going out to lunch with a friend and then picking up Daniel from a choral festival, Friday we're going to Richmond, Sunday we're meeting my in-laws in Baltimore, and the next week my kids are off school on spring break and we're probably going to Philadelphia for a day. I shall do my best to catch up in between! I hate feeling like I am neglecting people! |
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