Bits and Pieces

I'm not really up to saying anything in a blog post. Consider this phoning it in, quick take style, without actually searching around to link up, and probably not making it all the way to seven.

A

The gray has been unrelenting this week, a great battleship grey that covers over the landscape and my soul. But instead of me saying what I think, go read Pentimento who says it Far and Away more kindly and more insterestingly than I can. I am only sitting in my chair muttering and feeling very low, low low low. One might use the word depressed. I look out at the grey and the brick and wonder if this is how it will always be, always and forever.

B

Matt and I have been locked in a horrible and ridiculous argument for the last 24 hours about the fact that I, never at any point, want to sign off on the idea that if he gets really old but the technology works out, he would like his head severed from his body and put on to someone much younger. And the fact that I absolutely don't agree makes him think I'm eager for his death which hurts his feelings. Oh my word. No!

C

We got our taxes done, thank goodness. Nearly forgot. Another happy and, tragically only moment of the year where the fact that we have six children doesn't cost us extra money. Quite the contrary. Always feel I should receive letters of thanks from all for single handedly doing so much to prop up the future of social security.

D

Contributing to the depression of my existence was our foolish decision to watch the Grand Budapest Hotel. Very pretty movie, in a decayed, decadent kind of way. But so so depressing. Couldn't stop crying for what seemed like forever. What, I sniffled, is Wes Anderson trying to become French? Continue to feel very empty and sad about it all.

E

The Stupid Easter Bunny, and this is one way you can know he is real, so pay attention, gave all the children Egg Cups for Easter. I, not hating myself that much as I explained to Elphine, would never do that. Because when you have egg cups you have to have soft boiled eggs and biscuits. And soft boiled eggs and biscuits count as a high intervention supper and therefore Not Fun. Still, in the ten minutes that I stood up out of my chair yesterday I made some biscuits, even without baking powder, by substituting cream of tartar and baking soda, and boiled some eggs.

There were a lot more eggs than this, Elphine and Alouicious each ate three, Gladys and Marigold each two and then I helped Romulus and Egglantine with theirs. Meanwhile Matt made a few really gorgeous omlets out of all the stuff on this nice board.

F

Then Matt, in a fit of nostalgia, dug out boxes and boxes of pictures and we all strewed them all over the place, each child exclaiming over the fact that Elphine was in practically every picture and had a baby book and not a single other living person had one. Tried to remember how much they all weighed at birth but couldn't. Now we have lots of boxes to deal with, which is just exactly what I need right now. Cough.

G

So, I guess I'll stagger about and do something or other. Have a lovely weekend!