The weather yesterday was just perfection. I didn’t get any pics of the girls in their Easter dresses, and I’m not worried about it. They’ll be in them again soon enough. (For the record, I did get a few pics of them on our walk in their more stylish play clothes.)
I have packed very minimally on this trip. It’s an experiment for me in minimal living. And so far I have realized I don’t need as much as I thought I did.
For example, I packed just two pants, one dress and three skirts for myself. Three short tees, three long tees, one fitted shirt, oh and lots and lots of shoes. I must be doing it right; I have worn more shoes than clothes.
I tried to pack minimally for the girls as well. Three dresses each, and only a fraction of their clothes. Unfortunately, that still amounts to a lot.
The weather today was cold and damp, and I don’t regret bringing extra clothes that could work as layers in a pinch.
The girls’ moods seem to fluctuate as much as the weather. Their lives have been turned upside down. We don’t see daddy anymore except through Facetime chats. It’s been tough on everybody. Not having a schedule hasn’t helped.
Today was the first day we didn’t have any epic meltdowns.
Plus there were naps.
There is hope.
It was just a thought I dismissed as I made the six-hour drive “home.” Could I get the girls a chick or two?
My parents have had a variety of foul on the farm over the years. There have been chickens, geese, doves, ducks, and even emus. These birds found their way to our various houses over the years in a manner of ways. One came home as a result of a school project in which several eggs were hatched in the classroom. Some were purchased at auction. Others were delivered by mail.
When grampa mentioned this very same idea on our gator ride, I let him know I had thought of it as well. We conferred with gramma, and it was settled. The girls were getting chicks. Continue reading
We are adjusting to some changes. The girls and I have moved back “home” to live with my parents while our house back in Virginia is put on the market.
I use the word “home” loosely. Although this is where my parents mostly reside, this isn’t where I grew up. Sure, I spent my summers here, but it’s not like I can call up old friends from high school. I don’t know anyone here. To keep loneliness at bay, for my girls and myself, I’ve decided to join an activity time at the local library which starts next month.
We got here on Tuesday, and already we have had a few adventures. We found a little playground in town. We weren’t there for very long, maybe half an hour, and I saw a couple push their child down the street in a stroller. I hope next time we can find someone to play with. Continue reading