sometimes a great day

I assumed the forecast, for an inch or so of snow, meant the town would react in a reasonable fashion, that is, it would force people to school and then freak out later. So I woke my patient and amazing child, and made her a lunch and then checked to see if there was in fact school today. Pro-tip - this is NOT the order to do these things in. And there wasn't any school. We are having the first snow day of the YEAR people, this is NOT normal. She was pleased because as a senior she does not have to make up snow days this year. And she didn't really want to go back to bed, even though when left to her own devices she'll sleep until 3 pm, and I'd woken her up a full work day earlier than this, so we went out for breakfast. In the snow. She ordered apologetic blueberry pancakes, and I drank the mocha of contrition, and then we went to acquire groceries and noticed the tiny pineapples, so we made up a story about the large adults foraging for food while one stood guard over the babies, and took pictures and I'll post it to FB later today, and then when looking at the children's art supplies she noticed with horror that all the condoms and family planning and menstrual gear was opposite them in the aisle. We agreed it had to do with genitalia. And then we realized it had to do with things that inserted into women's genitalia and then we laughed so hard they nearly tossed us out of the store, and we finished the grocery shopping and came home. Her dad pointed out that failure to use one end of the aisle correctly meant you'd be in the other end of the aisle with the baby stuff, but we still had residual giggles from everything. I think, in retrospect it is a fine thing to normalize all of that, and having it across from the kids' art supplies is one way to do exactly that. But still.

Now she's passed out in the comfy chair with 1/4 of the (bloody enormous and seemingly neverending) stripy afghan I am knitting. Only 1/4 of it is in final form. Another 1/4 is on the needles, and the remaining half is still merely planned for. She is really small for her age, and she curls up smaller.

Once she wakes up again we'll make grilled cheese sammiches with lots of butter on white bread that toasts well, and then Friday dinner is at my hose tonight and the large girl is coming for supper with the young man and two of his room mates.

I am leading a good life here.