The rain has washed away the very last vestiges of dirty, icy, snow packed on the hill at the end of our driveway. Crocuses are poking through the mud, boldly showing purple without my ever having noticed the pale green shoots coming first. This is New England, so I’m not counting chickens, but… maybe we’ve made it through the winter!
So what’s happening around here? Not much, it seems, though there are things on the horizon. Will is in the middle of a 5-week course of Saturday driver’s ed classes so that he will be able to get his permit as soon as he turns 16. Chloe is in spring track now, and working hard in both school and sport. She has been in an intense period of project work (like building a model of Versailles) that is keeping her busy every moment of the week– we’re hoping it settles down after April break mid-month. Claire is looking forward to kindergarten screening in April and her first ballet recital in May. Quinn? Well, he just keeps growing up and learning, becoming funnier and smarter all the time. He’s proud of his new bike (a Big Wheel), and happily oblivious to the fact that the two little boys across the street have battery powered hummers, jeeps, and tractors. Gus is in obedience school. He’s very obedient… when in school. We continue to work on it– some days are better than others, and he’ll trot along beside me in a heel (or a “kneel” as Claire still insists on calling it). I’m cautiously hopeful that all this training is finding a sticking spot somewhere in his funny little, egg-shaped doggie brain.
Oh. The grownups. Clay is working harder than ever– as if we ever thought that was even possible. But times are tough everywhere, right? Though he has little free time, he’s faithfully working OUT these days, too, and looking extremely svelte. I was working out as well, until I recently cracked my ankle while walking Gus a couple weeks ago (not his fault!). For a while I was sporting a pretty impressive boot-style aircast. Claire described me to her friend as “the girl with a robot leg.” Happily, the robot leg is gone and I am beginning to move normally. Not that there was much of any other option anyway… can you imagine the turmoil if I couldn’t drive? (I will say that driving Clay’s vehicle– manual transmission– in the aircast was a little like knitting while wearing mittens…)