time goes by so quickly. The kids are literally growing up so fast:
This March, I marched myself to the huge book sale in downtown Seattle. I spent five hours going through literally thousands of books. I loved being in a place where so many book lovers were congregated. And it was nice to have some time to myself, as I don’t get a lot of that lately, and life has been feeling more like I am being mown over by a Sherman tank rather that like I am in the pilot seat enjoying any sort of scenery at all. I’d rather be crushed by a tank than dragged behind a horse. It’s over much more quickly.
I have been marching my way through the Great British Bake-Off and quite enjoying it. I like the ideas and it is the only reality tv show I have heard of or seen where the people are genuinely helpful and the producers don’t drum up the drama level to ridiculous proportions. These are mostly nice, regular people who just happen to have an enormous passion. It is inspiring! It makes me think of all the ways I would like to make things to show my family how much I love them. It also makes me wonder about cardamom. I’m not sure I would know it If I tasted it.
I also think kneading bread would be a good workout and help me get some frustration out, as well.
The days go marching by
Mostly in straggly, scraggly regiments.
Every once in awhile a brightly-colored dance troupe comes through
As a reminder that I can plan future chances
For big brass marching bands to come into my life:
But if I don’t plan them, they’ll march somewhere else.
I want a life with some eye-popping palette days
Some big brass band days
Some snuggle on the couch days
Some calm and rainy days
And lots of days of love.
