I was all set to regale you with the Big Questions such as The Passing of Time – where are we going? And I’m Getting Older Year By Year – what does this all mean? since I am 30 today. This is the start of a whole new decade of misadventures! Which will hopefully include such goal-meeting as finishing my novel, falling pregnant with another babe (maybe more than one? These are the years, as they say, but getting our first child to the ripe age of two has pretty well wiped out any energy reserves we’d stockpiled from our childless days). Plus I imagine this decade will involve the accumulation of various sundries to luxuriate our Montana existence: to whit, apple trees. ((The new (to us) library tome Apple Farmer Annie has been a mega-hit around here the last few nights. Now whenever I ask Freya what she wants to grow in our garden she says, “Apples! And…maccaroni.”)) Also to whit, a new sewing machine that makes non-lumpy, regular-shaped buttonholes. And finally to whit, a bicycle. I have a preference for one of those great old dutch bikes with a huge cargo hold large enough for Freya to lie prone, but these seem to be either a) out of our price range or b) only available for importers. And since we’ve temporarily shut down the importing arm of A Trade For A Trade I’m sore out of luck. Just a regular old granny bike for me, please, thanks.
As for other immediate ventures for which you can expect an update in a timely fashion, we are in the throes of screwing together pine boards into our very own construction project: an indoor planter to be filled (soonish) with a menagerie of felt vegetables. Excitment is brewing.
But first! As for today! Johnathan is whisking me away to Chico Hot Springs for the night to soak away the cares of my now 30-year-aged body. The Bean will be chillin’ at the ranch with G’ma which basically means awesome-sauce times for all. Okay, chop, chop, lady! The Subaru chariot awaits!
Catch you all on the flip end of the week.