I planted my seeds for spring today.
I am most excited about chartreuse zinnias, I think. Although the thought of lots and lots of fresh basil is pretty exciting too. Here they are, all cozy under their grow lights in the laundry room.
It is warming up here, so that is good news for seeds, as well as for decksitting! (and garage cleaning, for that matter, but who wants to break down a winter's worth of cardboard?) I think the warm up is due in part to the fact I am nearing completion of my wool norwegian sweater. Also it is due to the fact that, um, hello, it is the freaking middle of April.
I love coffee. I think about it all the time. I get a little shoot through my heart when I think about making a fresh pot (I just did, ooh!). Grinding the beans, listening to the slurping sound of the coffee maker. This weekend while in Rochester I went to Bravo, where I originally fell in love. (with coffee). This is nothing new, this obsession with coffee, but in a recent effort to appreciate all the things that I love, it occurred to me that of all inanimate things, I love coffee the most.
Books are a close second. And yarn. And wine. And peanut butter. I ordered a salad at Panera the other day and was tickled when they asked if I would like a mini-baguette or an apple. "An Apple!" I exclaimed, excited to avoid any temptation to stray from the no-grain diet. But then I sat with my apple, thinking, "I can't possibly eat this without peanut butter." I tucked it in my purse and ate it later, with peanut butter. Maybe they should invent the Peanutbutter Crisp apple?
I am officially sick of doing dishes. Hats off to you people without dishwashers. Our fancy new Whirpool Gold with foodblasting jetsoaking rackadjusting goodness will be arriving on Tuesday and NOT A MOMENT TOO SOON. Sometimes Bella holds onto my leg while I wash and does little wimpers that sound like, "ah pooo pooo poo pooo." And I say, to validate her feelings*, "I know! I have to wash dishes! Poor poor Mama! AH POOOOO POOO!" and really neither of us feel any better.
*I am reading "Happiest Toddler on the Block." So far, it's dumb. It has not answered my main question, how to keep your kid from throwing all their food on the floor and saying, "UH OH! Mama! UH OH!!"
The dishwasher broke hours before Easter with 22 people. Which is the way it goes, since if you'll recall, last year the washing machine broke hours before Easter. Easter is very fun around here, but appears to suck the house into a vortex of entropy and unexpected expenses. Oh well, at least we sure looked cute that day.