It is rainy and foggy and a little bit chilly today. Good for growing grass and flowers, I suppose. I have already cleaned my kitchen (mostly, anyway. I still have the floors to do. I always run out of steam by the floors and wish I could leave them for a merry house elf to finish.), I've started on the bathroom, stripped the beds and made a pot of chicken noodle soup. Day, accomplished, I'd say. But probably not since I still have to
finish the bathroom and the kitchen floors and re-make the beds.
Finn has been napping all afternoon. Literally since right after lunch - and we ate lunch before the noon bells rang because he was starving and losing his wee toddler mind. Growth spurt, I suppose, but maybe Uriah and I wore him out yesterday with all of our furniture shopping. We have been trying to find a set of bunk beds, either to split apart and put one in each of the kid's rooms or just leave together in Finn's room. Furniture shopping is not our forte and we had to take a snack break half-way through. I may have lost my own mind over the insane number of handicap parking spaces in downtown Duluth - as in: every single meter had a handicap sticker on it. Turns out, what look like handicap signs are really just notices that
handicap parking stickers have a certain amount of time to park at the meter - maybe free of charge? - and everyone else can park there, too? I don't know, I'm guessing. All I know is after about 3 circles of two different blocks, I finally made Uriah back up into an empty space, I shoved our quarters into one of the damned meters with the white handicap sticker and we walked another block to the furniture store. We did not get a parking ticket and I apologized twenty times to Uriah for the harsh words I spoke out of hunger. All that to say we did not purchase anything yesterday. 6 furniture stores and not one purchase. But, at least we have an idea of what we might want. I guess. Or we just wasted an afternoon watching Finn climb the bunk bed ladders and pretend he was a fireman.
So, while Finn naps his Saturday away, I'm ignoring the kitchen floors that are screaming to be swept, and I'm playing with my garden pictures instead. I inherited the most beautiful gardens with this house last summer and I'm just trying to keep them alive. And trying to figure out what's planted in them. Green is shooting up everywhere, along with some red leafy things and some purples and yellows, and the lilac and hydrangea bushes are budding, and the lily of the valley are going to be
everywhere very soon. I could look at those gardens all day long and constantly find something new bursting up through the soil...as long as I can keep the bunnies and the deer away, that is.
It is rainy and foggy and a little bit chilly today. Good for growing grass and flowers, I suppose. I have already cleaned my kitchen (mostly, anyway. I still have the floors to do. I always run out of steam by the floors and wish I could leave them for a merry house elf to finish.), I've started on the bathroom, stripped the beds and made a pot of chicken noodle soup. Day, accomplished, I'd say. But probably not since I still have to
finish the bathroom and the kitchen floors and re-make the beds.
Finn has been napping all afternoon. Literally since right after lunch - and we ate lunch before the noon bells rang because he was starving and losing his wee toddler mind. Growth spurt, I suppose, but maybe Uriah and I wore him out yesterday with all of our furniture shopping. We have been trying to find a set of bunk beds, either to split apart and put one in each of the kid's rooms or just leave together in Finn's room. Furniture shopping is not our forte and we had to take a snack break half-way through. I may have lost my own mind over the insane number of handicap parking spaces in downtown Duluth - as in: every single meter had a handicap sticker on it. Turns out, what look like handicap signs are really just notices that
handicap parking stickers have a certain amount of time to park at the meter - maybe free of charge? - and everyone else can park there, too? I don't know, I'm guessing. All I know is after about 3 circles of two different blocks, I finally made Uriah back up into an empty space, I shoved our quarters into one of the damned meters with the white handicap sticker and we walked another block to the furniture store. We did not get a parking ticket and I apologized twenty times to Uriah for the harsh words I spoke out of hunger. All that to say we did not purchase anything yesterday. 6 furniture stores and not one purchase. But, at least we have an idea of what we might want. I guess. Or we just wasted an afternoon watching Finn climb the bunk bed ladders and pretend he was a fireman.
So, while Finn naps his Saturday away, I'm ignoring the kitchen floors that are screaming to be swept, and I'm playing with my garden pictures instead. I inherited the most beautiful gardens with this house last summer and I'm just trying to keep them alive. And trying to figure out what's planted in them. Green is shooting up everywhere, along with some red leafy things and some purples and yellows, and the lilac and hydrangea bushes are budding, and the lily of the valley are going to be
everywhere very soon. I could look at those gardens all day long and constantly find something new bursting up through the soil...as long as I can keep the bunnies and the deer away, that is.
I believe all Duluth meters have that handicapped sticker on them, meaning people with handicapped permits can park there free. You can still use those meters. It is confusing, though. The first time I saw them, I felt the same way until I figured it out.
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