It is during this time of year that I seriously question whether leaving Hawaii was the right decision. “I could be at the beach with the boys,” I think as we are huddled on the couch, listening to the wind whistle outside. Or “I could go running every day when Micah gets off work.” Or “I could walk down the street and find a mango to eat.” Or “We could go to the Seasider to have lunch with Micah.” (I am hopeful they’ll still have cinnamon bread and cranberry mayo when we go back to visit, whenever that may be.) But, as we have been reminded by the sage Albus Dumbledore, it does not do to dwell on dreams and forget to live.
And so we are trying to come up with things (besides spring) to live for around here. Not that we are in any danger of dying, but as we’re kind of cooped up and afraid of stepping outside unnecessarily, we are trying to come up with ways to “live it up” if you will, rather than always checking to see if spring is here yet. Because, as we learned last year, winter can last an awfully long time and waiting for it to leave can be an exercise in frustration. I’m pretty sure the lingering winter drove me to tears last year.Luckily 2010 is an Olympic year, so already we have something to look forward to in February. And let us not forget that the final season of Lost premieres in 23 days, which will definitely give us something to look forward to each week. Last weekend marked the start of a new year of our baby-sitting co-op, which means that twice a month we’ll get to go out on a date and once a month we get to watch 4 additional little munchkins for an evening (thank heaven for our “jumping pad”). And then we have a few projects as well. I’m committing myself to making these slippers, as well as a bedspread/duvet cover for our bed (provided I can find some fabric I like — thanks Stephanie R. for the inspiration). Maybe we’ll finish up our “baby-due” list and finally get some pictures up on our walls.
We’ll see how it goes . . . and we welcome any other ideas/suggestions (especially about how to keep a toddler entertained — which I am really bad at).