Today was one of those days where I never got even a first wind, let alone my second wind. Dale was up and out of the house by 7:15 a.m. for a bike ride, but Jonathan and I stayed in bed until 9:45 (J. has a bit of a cough and is not quite 100% at the moment). Then we made pancakes and started on a fresh loaf of bread, during which preparations Dale returned home and I then got to finish making the bread by myself as Jonathan was firmly ensconced on his Daddy’s lap watching Led Zeppelin and Rush DVDs.
I intended to shower while the bread was on its first rise, but I got distracted doing various things and ran out of time. In the end I had only just gotten out of the shower when Daddy arrived from Wichita Falls about 2 p.m. It turned out we were all tired and slow today (except Dale, who did slow down a little as the day went on) since Daddy had played a round of golf with some childhood friends in WF the day before in the wind, rain, and cold, plus his 5-hour drive from WF to Austin. At nearly 5 p.m. we left Dale & Jonathan playing Crazy Eights while we went to Radio Shack and to Randall’s for ravioli for tonight’s dinner.
My clever husband is now, thanks to what we got at Radio Shack, able to upload the audiotapes I have made of oral histories & “interviews” (with Kathleen & Margaret; Grama Karl; Grama Sprong; and Joy & Brian) to the iMac, clean up the noise and hiss, and burn the digitized files onto a CD for me to use. Hopefully that will speed up the transcriptions I make, and one day I could splice bits together to tell a whole story.
Everyone else has had the light out for a while, even my dad. I’ve been reading The Return of the King and found it difficult to put it down; thank heavens I have only the last book to go (books 5 & 6 are in TROTK). About 20 minutes ago I leapt off the couch and flew down the hallway to Jonathan’s room as I thought I heard him crying out as though he’d had a nightmare, but when I opened the door to his room, he was peacefully asleep. Turns out I heard a cat howling outside, not for the first time. Certainly got my adrenaline going though. But that’s worn off now, and I am taking myself off to bed.
P.S. Congratulations to auntie Kathleen for doing so well in the half-marathon on Sunday morning! And to John & Felicia as well for getting off their behinds and doing the same thing. Makes me feel quite sluggish . . .
Posted by elizabeth at January 19, 2004 12:35 AMJust as with my last entry (it's a little hard to get back into the blogging habit!) I forgot something I'd meant to include. (A Jonathan story, of course.)
Last night at bedtime, after his time to read on his own was up & it was time for him to call to be tucked in, Dale & I heard him say, "I'm going to call for a nightlight now." (He hadn't used one the last two nights in Houston, and I thought perhaps it would be a hindrance rather than a help to going off to sleep.) So, okay, I go in there and ask which one he wants--I was a little suspicious since he didn't specifically say he was going to call for his bubble nightlight, which he's been using ever since the Xmas decorations came out last December. Sure enough, he said he wanted the bright nightlight from the kitchen. MY nightlight, I said? My special one that Gram gave me many years ago? Yes, he said delightedly, coming with me out to the kitchen to get it. (It's a beautiful lithophane nightlight with a little boy & girl in a garden; the girl is getting a thorn out of the seat of the boy's pants.) When I asked why he liked it so much, he said, "Because it's lovely." And there you go. Only four years old and already with impeccable taste.
Posted by: Me on January 19, 2004 09:39 AM