witnessing Spring bloom in the valley. Storm after storm– snow every week– and still spring comes. It always comes.
revitalized games. You’ve heard of the old license plate game? Upon spying the out-of-state plate, you punch the person next to you and yell, “Minnesota!” or Oregon or Texas or whatever.
Eighteen-year-old Emily and her friends don’t approve of meanness and created this new version: Sincerely compliment the person next to you and call out the state name. We were pulling into a parking lot when she exclaimed, “Michelle you are a beautiful person and I love your photography. COLORADO!”
I got all teary. Game or not, don’t we all need more compliments? Can you imagine the change in kids (and adults) if they played games like this instead of “Slug Bug” on those long drives?
The Forgotten Garden by Kate Morton. Ashli loaned this to me and I went around the rest of the day vacuuming with my nose in the book, sautéing vegetables as I turned pages, setting it down for just seconds to switch the laundry. Lyrical, multigenerational, symbolic, clean escapist fiction– the perfect balm to a stormy April day.
the new Gospel Library App. It’s incredible. Seriously, if you ever needed a religious justification to get an iPhone, this is it. And if you’re not Mormon? Well, you need an iPhone too. For Word Scramble if nothing else (unless of course, you are a child in my household. In which case you absolutely don’t need an iPhone. But you can borrow mine).
Fage Greek Yogurt— creamy, healthy, full of protein. Why can’t it be cheap like Yoplait? Can I really justify a $2 a day yogurt habit?
welcome advice from my older brother: I forgot myself and started ranting to him on the phone about our least favorite (but most chewed-over) subject. Catching myself, I apologized, “I’m sorry. I’m trying not to talk about that anymore.”
“It’s OK if you do,” he replied, “and it’s better that you vent to me rather than Erik. Save all your sweetness for your husband. He deserves it.”
Isn’t that wise counsel? Certainly I need to discuss things with Erik, but not ad nauseam. I’d rather be my best self.
writing this as I sit on a plush sunwarmed couch during Stefan’s violin lesson.
What’s making you happy today?