Another about-to-be-snow day here at Downtrodden Abbey, and we’re perking along. Sweetpea’s been here for several days, and it’s such a sweet thing to have a little one in the house.
I’m a bit rusty on Homework, but I can give out spelling words (which tow do you mean, Ganjin---pull or foot?), and I’m a supreme listener when I’m being read to. Shower and bedtime and prayers, and then the too-early morning (scrambled eggs and cinnamon toast today, with Ganner pouring the milk and rifling the cabinet for Quik and the Malt powder, adding a little story of Soda Fountains and two straws-in-the-milkshake). I could just see the formica counter and the bright burst of letter-sweaters and poodle-skirts.
And today's the anniversary of the day we met, these twenty-nine years ago, so we'll do a lot of reminiscing throughout the day and over dinner, I imagine. It's a day of mixed feelings, with all this young energy on the one hand, and also the saying goodbye to a dear older one whose time is drawing to a close. Many things to ponder and remember and be thankful for.
Hope you’re all staying well and warm!