When it rains, it pours is a real thing in our house. Seriously. Every once in a while we have 48 hours of dramatic life lessons, one after another, until I am convinced we will all end up cocooned in our beds, rocking ourselves to sleep.
Sometimes hope comes from the most unlikely of sources. Like, say, a high school student, whose heartfelt explanation of how it will get better poured over my weary parent soul like fresh water to a drowning man.
There were four birds perched at the feeder on Saturday morning, with a fifth queued up on the pole. It’s the first sign I’ve seen that our birds can share space. Apparently there’s been some sort of solo feeding rule in place while they acclimate to the feeder.
Bear’s basketball team heads into the tournament with a 6 wins, 6 losses record. They’ll play their first game tomorrow afternoon. Bring the heat, ladies!
Irony of ironies, I’m getting fillings replaced on Valentine’s Day. That’s right, folks…I will be kicking off Love Day with Novocaine injections and that god awful sound of a drill grinding into my teeth. Pray for my dentist.