My flower-children wish that too.
Soon we will dig in the dirt and linger in garden stores (listening to Joey grumble about wasting money on plants that INEVITABLY suffer horribly in my non-gardening hands) (to which I say, whatever, there are THREE plants in the yard that I have kept alive since SEPTEMBER now) and Joey is going to build a raised-bed garden this spring so we can plant a few veggies. Soon we will do more than daydream over seed catalogs and free calenders. Soon, soon, soon. And this coming month is such a busy one that I'll barely have time to think about it.
I ALSO wish that my coffee maker had not died a mysterious death yesterday morning. It was very tragic. And while I love some Irish Breakfast tea in the evening, it just isn't cutting it in the A.M.
AND, I wish that you could see my students perform in their Grandparent's Day Variety Show. The boys are
Also, I wish that you could read their essays entitled "Thoughts On First Love" as they are KILLER. No really. Reading them, the effort of NOT laughing hysterically was so great that I died. Death by teaching, it's very tragic. And me so young!
I REALLY wish that my house didn't smell like pee. This weekend and it's promise of Joey renting a carpet cleaner cannot come soon enough!
And I wish I didn't publish my last post. I was being weird, I think, whiny and emotional, and probably I should just delete it. But... it helped me a lot to write it, and it's no good pretending that I'm not weird. And whiny and emotional.