I ran across this in a folder, something written in 1999:
"I am pleased to say that we are down to the last six weeks of winter here.
One Valentine's Day many years ago I bought a crocus for myself and one for my neighbor who was also at home with tiny children. We promised together that when those crocuses were done, withered and gone, SPRING would be there. The crocuses were a ray of hope on a snowy windowsill, and spring followed on schedule.
These days I am not housebound with babies. I actually spend a lot of time in the car driving kids around, and I love the periwinkle light of February at dusk, a winter landscape, and cold that turns the world into colors I don't expect. But at home I'm tired of ice skates tied together, hanging from all the doorknobs, mittens lined up on top of the radiators, and boots with their toes sticking underneath lined up along the bottom. Spring will be here soon.
The baby guinea pig we bought last fall is big and noisy now, and our own baby James, nearly two, was baptized yesterday followed by a family feast and celebration. Our oldest child has survived his first semester at the university quite nicely. We all made it through those first lonely weeks: John, parents, little brothers and sisters. "Where's John?" they'd ask at supper. Jay who is six would explain it to them, "Don't you know? He's at college." This last year of the century promises to be a happy one."
We don't have any guinea pigs now, and we like it that way. They were great: Nibbles, Rusty, Marty, Felicia, Amy Karen, and Patrick. But no more pigs to clean up after. The turtle and the dogs are enough.
And they don't ice skate anymore. The warming house burned down, so even though there is a rink up there, we never seem to go. One winter break Dannell had a concussion hitting her head on the ice playing boot hockey. Helmets probably would be a good idea.
But we did have this going on the other day, kind of a blast from the 90s:
p.j. did this, no idea why. I think we can live without the Emperor's New Groove. But the kids were laughing because TIM also used to wreck VCR tapes, only he did it with his teeth--he bit them! He also leaves a trail of socks through the house, just like she does. The kids speculated that the two of them might be related.
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