Lovelihood

Across the street from my office is another set of offfices perched on a parking garage. So it's not what you'd call a scenic view. Still, the buds on that tree, three stories up here, are starting to grow, and before long those little flitting birds will be twirling around on the branches, and there's really never a drawback to having a window.

Turns out, with an iPad and instantly streaming tv shows, light-hearted entertainment can be had with any sized project.

A blue velveteen duvet cover seemed like a well-deserved luxury at the time we bought it for our first owned home more than a decade ago. We soon discovered, though, that, with two cats and our own lack of OCD-tendencies, we were no match for velveteen's knack for attracting every stray particle. So we retired that duvet cover for a no-nonsense cotton one in the same color. With out of town guests occupying our own bed this week, I pulled out the old one and laid it out for it to promptly amass dust-bunny fodder and the muddy bootprint of one pre-schooler.

The Boy sprouted a four bit moustache, insisting that he was going to keep it on for school on Monday, but couldn't stop fiddling with it. And so it spent some time on a door, then above his sister's lip, and has come to a resting place in the space between the kids' beds, where one might expect to find vending machine facial hair.

Before we moved in, the previous owners had spent 40 years in the house, raising two children here and leaving behind a legacy of notes tucked into drawers and cabinets informing us of original marble tiling under the bathroom linoleum, and sheets listing the oil company's contact info ("Call SEneca 4545"), and vital statistics scratched into the basement stairwell by the woman who, much later, would sell us her late parents' home.

I've seen daffodils and crocuses around the neighborhood, sprouted and displaying their colors. But it wasn't until today that I noticed that they'd started blooming in my own yard. Yay.

An assortment of cookies, girl scout style, to go with my coffee.