Spaceship Made of Moonbeams

It is a bad week for pants. Bent down to pick up Baby E. the other day, and there was a quiet riiiip in the seat of my oldest black dress trousers. The rip was on the seam, so I could fix them without too much trouble. Then this morning I put on my other, newer pair of black trousers and discovered the hem stitching had disintegrated out of one cuff. Also a quick fix, if I could find the time to drag out the sewing machine, or needle and thread. But at 6:45 a.m.? With baby cries and tea to be made and a dog to be walked? (Just before I needed to leave for work?) It was safety pin time. Had lots of flashbacks to grade school and pants-pinning/rolling. 


(And this looks more comfortable than pinning, but still)
(OMG 1980s-90s what was wrong with us)

Very icy on the sidewalks and roads today. I picked my way over it very slowly to make sure I did not die on the walk to work. Part of me wants to rail against the danger and the general lack of de-icing infrastructure, and part of me recognizes that in South Dakota, you could reasonably keep people on de-icing duty 24 hours a day, 7 days a week during the winter. No part of me suggests moving, because I love winter. But I can understand how so many people get to retirement/hip and knee replacement age and suddenly decide that Arizona or Florida is the place for them.



Daily To Do

- get blood labs drawn
- cajole hospital into discarding Baby E's old syringes (they have sat on the counter for months now, contained and )
- check out library copy of The Children's Blizzard
- post office
- grocery store (pinto beans)
- edit censer story
- write