Please wish MK a Happy Birthday today if you get the chance! I will not tell you how old she is but Charlotte might. She can’t keep a secret. It’s a big month ‘round these parts with a birthday, an anniversary (18 years!), and a move-in date for our house. This Spring
is shaping up nicely.
Did I ever tell you what happened last Spring? After a very wet February, the sun poked out in March and things started stirring. Lily and I were headed to ballet class one fine day when the prettiest snake you ever saw squiggled over to Lily from beneath my front truck tire. Red, yellow, and black striped - she was a beauty! There’s a picture down below for you. It took me a second or two longer than I would have liked to realize I needed to get between it and Lily’s bare foot lickety-split. I grabbed a broom from the porch, jumped about 20 feet toward Lily and the snake and I swept that slippery sucker into the grass. She seemed determined to get to the house, where I’d seen holes in the ground, so I batted her back several times until we both took a moment to size things up. The snake froze and I yelled for Emma to “get me something from the garage” - because by now Emma had come out to see why I was making screaming noises she’d never heard before. Rosie was barking furiously and clawing at the door. I probably should have been more specific because Emma came running out of the garage with a sledgehammer. I tried to make it work. I dropped the broom and started pounding out huge craters in my front yard with my new weapon. The neighbors could only see my two kids standing by as I wildly bludgeoned chunks of seemingly innocent sod. Well this isn’t going to work, I decided, so I pleaded with Emma to go back to the garage AND THIS TIME GET ME SOMETHING SHARP. Lily took the sledgehammer and ran inside and slammed the front door. I was relieved the dog didn’t get out. I grabbed the broom again and used the hard bristles to hold the snake in place by pinning it to the ground. I waited for Emma. Then - a scream and the sound of Lily crying in pain from inside the house! She’d dropped the sledgehammer on her foot. Get ice! I yelled. Emma eventually emerged from the garage. This time with a rusty box cutter. Sharp, but more up close and personal than I expected. Why not one of the long, sharp shovels? Lily was howling now, her ankle was swelling, the dog was going out of her mind. Executive decision time. I dropped to my hands and knees and started slicing. It’s not the way I would have liked for things to go and my general approach is to live and let live, but, friends, I decided I needed to make an exception in this case - the kids and their bare feet, the dog, the holes near the front of the house - and I cut that snake into no less than six not-so-easy pieces. Finally, I simply collapsed into a heap of sweat and adrenaline.
But that was last Spring. And this Spring is coming up daisies. I won’t take up any more of your lovely Spring morning. I had a bunch to say about a great app called Acorns
, one of my favorite books of all time - A Confederacy of Dunces
, and this video of a Secretary Bird
dealing with a snake with blunt force (perhaps the sledgehammer could have worked?) but who has the time. I’d tell you to follow Dezeen on Instagram
, and point you to this outstanding article about the Long-Term Effects of Multitasking
but I’ve gone overboard already and Spring days are longer but still too short.