I wish I could back into the cooking swing of things. I’ve got to concentrate on summer foods and I’d like to set up a dining area on our large front porch. It’s disgraceful that our porch has turned in a repository for things we’re too unimaginative to get rid of elsewhere. We’ve got all new screens up; no bugs can get in, so now I think I have to go on a hunt for a rectangular table & some chairs. . .but I get so tired of hunting for things. I get tired of hunting, tired of buying and tired of worrying whether things will fit, will suit, will last, or will function.
Yes, I am pleased with the new refrigerator. It sounds horribly lazy (and a little odd) to say, but it’s so nice not to have to bend over for the fruits and vegetables.
Still, I just want this house to be finished. We’ve only been here 3 ½ years, but I’m ready to take care of the old things I have, instead of always looking for new things.
Today was a relatively lazy spring day—I stuck a pork loin roast in the crockpot this morning, so supper was a no-brainer. My sister, the mortician, dined with us, and helped clean up afterwards. Then we took a walk down to the park, watched Kipp ride his bike, and threw the frisbee for Seneca. Once Kipp was bathed and tucked away for the evening, I settled in to watch Calendar Girls—the movie that was all the rage when I was in England back in October. I would certainly doff my clothes for charity, given strategically placed pastries, but I don’t think I’ve quite reached the age where it becomes a quaint thing to do. (Doff your clothes before you're sixty and the next thing you know, you're a link on Elfito's Radio Weblog.)
After the movie, I read a few blogs. I’m mulling over switching to Typepad, particulary because of this cute little blog, about this cute little bungalow.
From there, I was led to this new site, The Mothers Movement Online, which I found intriguing enough, but I'm a bit too weary tonight to process political thoughts about motherhood, a bit too weary to process anything other than thoughts of brushing my teeth, slipping between the sheets, and dreaming of chocolate eclairs.
7:53:10 AM 
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