Not much to report in the circus. It feels as if we’ve pulled into a sidetrack waiting for others to pass by as we wait.
The weekend? Meh. Normal. We had the “inspection” Saturday morning – we all went to the Wilcoxon’s for about an hour and half (Sonya and Kim exercised, the kids and I just played). Then we took Abigail to a birthday party in Clifton; then drove downtown and crossed the Purple People Bridge and got some ice cream in Newport (at Coldstone Creamery). There was Lots of outside time. And (as usual) excessive emotional outbursts (of veiled angry sadness over the move).
I got my hair cut. Chopped. Its been about 3 years since it’s been short. I needed the change. I like it very much.
Last week of school. Ugh.