Come Saturday Morning

Hi friends.

(Should I use the plural when addressing 1.5 people?)

It's a sunny Saturday morning here.
I am supposed to be downstairs cranking up breakfast
....and I will in just a minute....just thought I'd
sit down and say hello to you first.

I know I seem obsessed with telling you about the loveliness of spring lately, but it's another beautiful day here. And last night was a gorgeous spring night. In case you were wondering, I haven't been blind or locked in a dungeon for the last twenty nine springs that I have lived through (do you like how I slipped that little reference to my age in there?). I'm just enchanted with this lovely weather and the new life and all that comes with this season. After a fall and winter like we have had, it's nice to see some beauty and feel some warmth. It's nice to be able to at least have fresh air blowing through your windows when a large stink has settled on your life. I find myself pointing out the good qualities of this blessed season to others around me. Even in an e-mail to one of my oldest friends, I was telling her about the changing seasons like it was something she wasn't going to know about apart from me giving her the information. Have I appointed myself Spring Ambassador?

It's nice to have a baby in the spring.
My oldest, Lovely K, was born in the spring.
The boys have all been born in colder days so they were bigger babies when the warmth and sunshine rolled around. It's so nice to be able to go out without bundling up the baby until you can't even see them.

Yesterday at our home school co-op
I was out walking laps around the church
with Baby J in the stroller, trying to get him to sleep
(he won't sleep while we are there on Fridays
and it kind of messes him up)
and it was so nice to be able to do that.
Well, it was nice aside from my encounter
with the schizophrenic woman who stopped me
to tell me about the government's plan to boil
all of our dead bodies in these special pots
to make purified water.
Yeah....right.
But the rest of the walk was nice.
Would have been even nicer if Baby J
had slept more than three minutes.

Oh yeah....the pictures I promised you....don't think I have failed you, Dear Reader. I have downloaded those things about 5 times while sitting here, not making breakfast. And I don't know what is going on. It all acts like it's happening until I go to look at them (we use Picasa--is that my mistake? Is that a stupid thing to be using?) and then they aren't there. So I download them again and think that I have until I go to look at them....It's a vicious circle. And I've got to get off of it for now before I get too dizzy to fry bacon and make blueberry muffins. I'll try again later. Or I'll mention my difficulties to Lloyd Dobbler and they will magically disappear in the un-ending efforts of our evil computer to make me look like a dolt. Sigh.

Have a nice Saturday, people.