I have a number of posts I'm working on right now -- ordering seeds, ancient India, weeks 3 and 4, a book review of The Writing Diet by Julia Cameron, a library day post -- but I don't think any of them are going to be finished in a hurry. So I just thought I'd pop on and let everyone who is not following me on Twitter know that I am still alive -- barely -- just without enough time to make posts longer than 140 characters on will our van make it out of the driveway or not. Even natives have pronounced this a bad winter, and what that means for me is that I am stuck inside with a toddler and two three year olds going batty because they can't go outside. Actually, I think that's a pretty good definition of "going batty" for grownups -- being stuck inside with a toddler and two three year olds who are unable to burn off enough energy to behave like human beings -- as opposed to, you know, monkeys or boys shipwrecked on an island for whom civilization has totally broken down.
Anyway, it looks like we're in for another big snow this week, so I doubt the situation is going to change any time soon... unless we move to Florida, which is unlikely although I keep threatening to pick up and go every time I have to wrestle three small children into snow suits and snow boots just to go to the doctor's office. (Also, every time Chipmunk picks the snow off my boots and starts eating it, particularly when I've just been to the chicken coop. And when the big kids get into a snowball fight and a certain child hits another child in the face with a plastic sled because that child has been "complaining too much", and "I didn't *mean* to hit him... *hard*." And when the twins start hurling Duplos like bombs. Actually, I guess I threaten to move to Florida a lot.)
But - the sun is out today, and I did manage to get the big kids to their swimming lessons, even though there were no signs for the pool or where to go once we got there, which is so typically New York because you're just supposed to KNOW see, I mean who VOLUNTARILY moves here anyway? Hmph. Well, the kids did get to their lessons, and they did well, which was a relief, because the instructors had them jumping in the deep end on the first day and, well, my kids don't actually swim that well. So you can bet I was saying a few Hail Mary's as I sat on the sidelines. Our carefully thought out logistics worked very well today -- swimming lessons, library (I paid my massive fine and was removed from the most wanted list), violin lessons, stop at Rite-Aid, *cough* Arby's *cough*, home -- but Gareth actually needs to move up a level in swimming and they had too many kids in the beginner level so they're going to have to break them into two groups, so the times are going to be moved all around and now the violin lessons that we had to rearrange so Katydid could do swimming is still going to be in the wrong spot. Getting kids to activities is turning out to be like one of those logic exercises on the GRE. ("If G needs to be at swimming at 11 and K has swimming at 10 and violin at 11:30 and the library is only open from 10-1 and Farmerboy wants to take swimming lessons, too, only his will be at 8 AM, what will the twins and Chipmunk be doing?"
There was at least one other mother there who was doing the same sort of logic exercises out loud to her children, though, so I felt better.
Another thing that deserves its own logic exercise: why were there 6 fish in the parking lot of the music store this morning? Not supermarket fish; I mean, real fish with fins and spines and eyeballs. Right beside the running boards of my van. Stepping in a fish would have been quite the surprise, but fortunately I managed to avoid it. (I shudder to think of Chipmunk eating the snow off my boots in that case, but I doubt moving to Florida would solve the problem of fish in parking lots. The fish in Florida probably aren't frozen stiff, so I imagine they would stink.)