Spring-a-Rama and the Donuts
I worry about my weather pixie. Sometimes I'll be sitting in my house with the heat on, in warm clothes, and she'll be prancing around outside in short sleeves. I understand that, living in cyberspace as she does, she doesn't have the same wardrobe requirements that I do, but still. She's broadcasting from about six blocks away. At the moment I'm writing this, she's wearing sleeves, but they're much too diaphanous.
Now that I come to think of it, however, I remember that this morning I sent the child off to school in shorts, which, looking back on it, I understand to have been a mistake.
When we go off tonight to the parish "Spring-A-Rama" he'll have to have warmer clothes on, or he'll freeze to the Ferris Wheel.
Perhaps the weather pixie hasn't had time to change yet, either. Or maybe she's just being hopeful.
Cause this is NOT a day in late May. It's somewhere around the beginning of April.
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We're successfully back from Spring-A-Rama, where we spent money on Doughnuts and Plastic Junk. The doughnuts are a major part of Spring-A-Rama. They have been mentioned in the parish bulletin repeatedly. The priests have pointedly mentioned them in the announcements. We have been told quite often that during Spring-A-Rama week the sales over at the new Krispy Kreme outlet will fall. I wouldn't say that we've been given A Directive, no, no. But it's definitely been a Very Strong Suggestion.
The school children were allowed to buy these doughnuts after lunch on Monday; my child reported that the most exciting part of this enterprise was not the doughnut itself, though he liked it well enough; no, the best part was being allowed to go and buy the doughnut At The Booth In The Parking Lot, which, he explained, made it just like recess except that they were eating doughnuts.
My guys did not fall off the Ferris Wheel and die, which I fully expected (as always), so that was successful, too.
Our duty fulfilled for another year. Ta da! Now I get to sit and knit. Catherine Parr is coming nicely -- I'm halfway up the front.
Now that I come to think of it, however, I remember that this morning I sent the child off to school in shorts, which, looking back on it, I understand to have been a mistake.
When we go off tonight to the parish "Spring-A-Rama" he'll have to have warmer clothes on, or he'll freeze to the Ferris Wheel.
Perhaps the weather pixie hasn't had time to change yet, either. Or maybe she's just being hopeful.
Cause this is NOT a day in late May. It's somewhere around the beginning of April.
***************
We're successfully back from Spring-A-Rama, where we spent money on Doughnuts and Plastic Junk. The doughnuts are a major part of Spring-A-Rama. They have been mentioned in the parish bulletin repeatedly. The priests have pointedly mentioned them in the announcements. We have been told quite often that during Spring-A-Rama week the sales over at the new Krispy Kreme outlet will fall. I wouldn't say that we've been given A Directive, no, no. But it's definitely been a Very Strong Suggestion.
The school children were allowed to buy these doughnuts after lunch on Monday; my child reported that the most exciting part of this enterprise was not the doughnut itself, though he liked it well enough; no, the best part was being allowed to go and buy the doughnut At The Booth In The Parking Lot, which, he explained, made it just like recess except that they were eating doughnuts.
My guys did not fall off the Ferris Wheel and die, which I fully expected (as always), so that was successful, too.
Our duty fulfilled for another year. Ta da! Now I get to sit and knit. Catherine Parr is coming nicely -- I'm halfway up the front.
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