diapers on the clothesline
Thinking…I can’t believe how quickly the days are passing.
Feeling…parched and sore and a little overtired. These steamy days (and increased nursing) have really increased my thirst, and the kettlebell class I’m taking is one tough workout. Long days of moving slow means chores into the evening hours = late bedtimes.
Watching…the sky for signs of rain…Emerson scooting herself across the floor.
Listening…to Ina May Gasken on NPR, the new DCFC record, the kids laughing (and sometimes crying and whining), the hum of the air conditioner, the whir of neighbors’ lawn mowers.
Smelling…the scent of laundry fresh from the line, bubbling chicken stock on the stove, and charcoal from the neighbors’ grill.
Planning…a flurry of trips to the zoo, the beach, and the park before summer ends.
Dreaming…of a few wide open hours to work on my ever-lengthening list of crafty projects.
Life: A project 