This past week has been one of breathtaking developments. Maybe not for the pert and perky spring chickens of the younger generation who take change in stride. But for droopy, stringy old hens like me, life on the Philo bullet train is way disconcerting. For instance:
- The weather changed over night from furnace required to air conditioning necessary without a nod to the customary month of spring sleeping weather.
- The peonies, which were barely budding last Monday, are loaded with crispy critter blossoms thanks to the heat and wind.
- Two of Anne’s age mate cousins have signed teaching contracts for next year. Last I remember, they were all still in diapers.
- Hiram ran Dam to Dam half marathon on Saturday, so his life no longer revolves around when to run, how long to run, where to run, how fast to run, losing weight to run fast, refusing deserts so he can run fast…you get the picture. Which means he’s once again eating chocolate and ice cream (in moderation of course), and I’m once again allowed to make the occasional dessert. So, not all change is bad, though it’s too hot to turn on the oven.
- The editor sent the edits of Different Dream Parenting last week. So my life is now slave to the June 27 deadline for my edits to go back to her. So I might be a little preoccupied and testy until after June 27. And there will be no time to bake desserts, which is a moot point since it’s too hot to turn on the oven.
A brief analysis of these developments leads to one inevitable recommendation for weathering the changes: stock up on ice cream and chocolate.
This droopy old, stringy old hen is jiggy with that.
