Alison Hodgson

Expert on the etiquette of perilous times.

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It is Monday morning.  Grey.

Snow has been falling all week and more fell last night, so everything is fresh and beautiful, but I am blue.
I am reconsidering my job today, being a mother and all.  It’s not seeming like such a good fit for my skill set.  My skill set, such as it is, I am finding quite limited.  I am confident I am qualified to run around shrieking and I think I could handle holding both my hands beside my face while I do it.
I am also extremely good at laying about and reading.  

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Baby, It’s Cold Outside

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Try 5 degrees with a wind chill of 75 below (or something very cold) at the normal time we walk Jackie Boy.  Last night Paul looked at the weather and said, “Not gonna do it.”

Of course he doesn’t take Jack to work with him.  That’s my privilege.  
We should be starting school in nine minutes, but I don’t know if I can.  I have been up since 5:00 but I didn’t bounce out of bed, it was more of a slither.  I snuggled under a quilt on the couch and did a little writing.  Paul came out a little before six.  “So this is it?”  He asked.  I got up and ran back to bed.  I have been here pretty much since.  That is not the good makings of a Monday morning.
The kids are wanting to observe Martin Luther King’s birthday by watching videos and playing Wii.  I can see their point.  
Am now going to shut this and spring out of bed like a daisy or a bunny…maybe a puma.
I’ll let you know.
It goes without saying –  but I will say it – no baby, although Torey sent me an e-mail a little after midnight saying, “I think I’m going to have her today” and, according to Ren, God says this is it too.
Isn’t Monday’s Child fair of face?  That works.
Guess what day I was born.

Today

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School is about to be back in session.

No P2-ty yet.

It’s foggy and wet here, but mid 50’s. Paul and I were out early this morning walking Jack and I had on a light jacket and a hat, gloves and boots weren’t necessary. I still slipped on a thick patch of ice and torked my shoulder. I felt like a chicken who had a wing pulled off. I am so thankful for Jack. If not for him, I might have missed the warmth of this day.

And now I get to go do school.

Taking it slowly

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Eden awoke at 3:00 this morning from a recurring nightmare of being eaten by a shark.

I made her chamomile tea and brewed up some peppermint for me. I plugged in the lights for the trees and started a video while they steeped.

All told, we were up til after six.

It is noon and I am still wearing pajamas and school is untaught, but no one has been emotionally abused.

We have all day.

Just because the day had been (relatively) calm…

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“Tomorrow, Ren and I are going to pick raw bunsies all day long!”

This got my attention as “bunsies” is a family name for one’s posterior, “Excuse me?” I asked.

“You know, Raw Bunsies!” She gestured out the window at a flower bed.

“Are you talking about the flowers?”

“Yeah, the pink ones, Rennie and I named them Raw Bunsies because they look like bunsies that are raw?”

“Have you seen a bunsie that is raw?” I asked.

“Yeah.”

“Where?”

“With Grandma at her friend’s house.”

Before the sirens started screaming I breathed in and asked one more question, “You saw someone’s raw bottom at a friend of Grandma’s?”

“A Raw Bunsie! The flower! With Grandma!”

Cosmos bipinnatus, common name: Cosmos, Legume name: Raw Bunsies

Please update your garden books as necessary.