Our original plan for the trip was to spend the last day either at Black Mountain or at Attitash. Attitash won. It was five minutes down the road from our condo, for one thing, and Bill wasn’t all that happy after the broken lift at Black Mountain, so the decision was made pretty easily.
Up the road a bit from our condo in NH there was this brown barn. The roof was frosted with a layer of icy snow, and on one side you could see that the warmth of the sun had caused the snow to melt ever so slightly. Just enough, in fact, for the sheet of snow to slide down around a foot or so.
But instead of the snow breaking and falling to the ground, this whole roof-side portion of snow stayed intact and simply curled down off the edge of the roof.
I kept meaning to take a picture, but I was always either the one driving, or we were on the other side of the road and I couldn’t get a clear shot.
But one day I was actually thinking about it before we got to the barn. Bill was driving, and we were heading from Black Mountain back to the condo.
I got one shot. The one above. It’s not entirely in focus, but you can get the idea.
On the second day of our little vacation, we got up early, I cooked breakfast for everyone, and then Bill and the kids headed to Wildcat. The kids were signed up for all-day lessons, and Bill was also scheduled for a private 2-hour lesson that afternoon.
Sorry I’ve been off the radar for a few days. We went to NH and I thought where we were staying had wireless access but the only place it did was in the game room/clubhouse, and I didn’t spend any time to speak of in there, except for a few minutes yesterday morning and again last night.
I’ll write more later – but I just wanted to check in and say hello, I’m still here, sort of!
The other day Alex participated in a bunch of fun races (not part of a swim meet) for all the kids in swim classes and on the swim team with Envious Swimming. The kids competed against other kids around the same age/ability level. Alex was happy because he got “one of each kind” of ribbon. (Don’t have the actual ribbons yet, but he’ll have four.)
Well, it was nice while it lasted – the warmer temperatures, I mean.
Today we’re back to winter – very cold, very windy.
Unless you’re living in one of our little winter gardens, and then it’s warm and humid and not at all windy because Bill is duct taping the big gaping hole in the plastic.
I’ll try to remember to take winter garden pictures later – we’re putting our seedling onions and broccoli out there during the warmest part of the day. And some of the greens we were growing in there are coming back to life, or just deciding to sprout more leaves, now that it’s warmer.
For now, gotta get going, got stuff to do, places to go, and all that.
A couple of weeks ago I picked up some sewing equipment for Julia. I got her a pair of scissors that are super sharp and much easier for her small hands to manage than my big, heavy Ginghers. And I got her a little pin cushion (pink, of course) and a box of very pretty pins.
Well, I’m sorry to report that the fungus was too aggressive. I kept checking on Fire through the day, and the fuzzy white areas kept appearing. By the end of the school day, he was hanging out at the bottom of the tank, sort of leaning against the side. He was still breathing, but he wasn’t doing well at all.
Anyway, this morning I will bury Fire in the compost bin where we buried Bluey a few days ago.
It has not been a good week for fish here. Or for Alex.
If you’ve been reading this blog for any length of time, you know (or might be peripherally aware) that we’ve got a small variety of pets. Three cats, a lizard, a 55 gallon tank of assorted freshwater little fish, and one betta, or Siamese Fighting Fish.
The betta belongs to Alex, and there have been a succession of bettas over the years….
And yes, it’s supposed to be French Fridays with Dorie, not French Saturdays, but, well, if you’ve read my last post, I figure you understand why I didn’t get to writing this and posting it yesterday afternoon.
Anyway, I decided to make the tart with clementines rather than oranges simply because that’s what I had on hand.
Now, earlier I’d picked up a few things for the family for little Valentine’s Day gifts. Some M&Ms for the kids, a little pink stuffed hippo for Julia, a Beyblade for Alex. And a bag of Willie Wonka Heart-shaped Gobstoppers for Bill. He loves that stuff. And I figured I’d make a nice dinner, so I picked up stuff for that as well.
Or, rather, these were my cute, but rather shaggy children.
Well, they still are my children. And cute. But the shagginess is no more.
And no, I have no idea why Julia is making that face. She’s six. That’s all the explanation I’ve got.
So yesterday, after Natalie and I baked the pound cake, we trekked down to my sister’s house to return Natalie and her share of pound cake, to bring snacks to the chickens, and to tame the crazy hair on my kids’ heads.
Any time I toss out scraps of bread, stale cookies, or things like that, within minutes, a small flock of seagulls begins to circle our back yard, slowly spiraling down until one or two decide to land on the feeding platform and start grabbing at the day’s buffet.