Wintery Mix

Apperantly there's mores now on the way. Either one inch or nine inches from what I could make out in all my reading. Two bright warm muddy days and then blam, 14 degrees again. I gave the kids the afternoon off from school to be outside yesterday, since they haven't been outside in months, and took a walk even myself. A fleeting, rushed walk, in which I ran desperately ahead of a large garbage truck that was picking up recycling. Wondered long about what sorts of things are being done with all our recycling as I watched bin after bin endure crushing in the ordinary garbage way. But the collectors were so cheerful and happy and chatty I decided I didn't really care what they do with it. Still, someone's got to be pocketing all the cash from the blue city bags we have to buy.

So we'll be back inside today with the heater on. And I will try and get all the sand out of my bed. And we'll do math after all and feel bitter about it. There is more to life, I've heard, than fussing about the temperature outside. I just can't see my way to knowing what it is so you might as well go check out my mom's blog. She is living the high Lenten life and has pretty pictures and everything. I have only these dollies placed carefully in my bed so that I can't make it or get the sand out.