I could just barely keep my rear end plonked on the teeny Baskin-Robbins chair in my class that lasts for FOUR FREAKIN HOURS in the middle of the crashing brilliance that was this Saturday. Then I had forty-some errands to run because Brian was home. I have to take advantage of the free babysitting when this happens, but who cares because my arm was resting on my open window and I was singing along with other people's radios because their windows were open, too. And then I got home and Brian had dug up half the yard and wanted me to take Victoria away so that he could dig more and faster and I was amenable. We went to one playground, played it out and then ran to another. The sun was setting, so we went home and sure enough found every spade-able spot spaded.
The next day the strangest thing happened. We went to see cherry blossoms at the mad hour of 9am and Christopher came with us. I still can't quite believe it. Even though we went pretty early, there were crowds all over. I hadn't really looked at the FDR memorial before--I've always rushed by it trying to get to a softball game when someone tells me the game is at field 3 and it's really at 12 or vice versa. This time I took a good look and I approve. I hadn't more than glanced at the WWII memorial, so I walked through that one, too, but it doesn't do much for me. We watched some rugby for a while. It's more interesting than cricket, I will give it that much. We were home by 1pm. We hung around doing yardy stuff and I read something quick and cooked dozens of pork chops so that Christopher won't starve this week. And now I'm back at work counting the minutes until I can walk to the post office. Sigh.