From you have I been absent in the spring
When proud-pied April, dress’d in all his trim,
Hath put a spirit of youth in every thing,
That heavy Saturn laugh’d and leap’d with him. ~William Shakespeare
Can you feel it now that spring has come?
And it’s time to live in the scattered sun.
Waiting for the Sun, Waiting for the Sun… ~The Doors
Pick your poison. Shakespeare. The Doors. Donna Summer. The Beatles. Elvis Presley. Springtime. It will make you run outside and sing and dance and fall in love. And if you have school-aged kids it might make you pack up some stuff and hit the road.
We didn’t go over the river. And we didn’t go through the woods. But the gals and I headed off to grandmother’s house. Ordinarily heading home to my mom and step-dad’s house in the Spring looks like this:
And sometimes it looks like this:
We eat. And watch baseball. And drink wine. And eat some more. And take naps. I did all of those things.
Spring Break with the little ones is not so debaucherous. There is very little in the way of oil wrestling. The wet t-shirt contests have only one competitor, me, and only when Lucy Goose is having so much fun she skips a meal. But I ate cheesecake. And I drank a little wine. And I ate a bag of cookies. Spring Break was good to me. Add in a bonus Willie Roberston (of Duck Dynasty fame) sighting and Spring Break was a smashing success.
And all of that doesn’t even count Easter Egg hunts and this morning’s ColorMania 5K.
Yep. I ran every day but one while I was at my mom’s. I ran this morning and I am planning a trip to the pool to crush a 3000 yard swim this afternoon before dinner. My “Spring Break Vacation” was actually a good reason to hike up to my mom’s house to borrow her bicycle for tri-training. And now I am attempting to hand off a post filled with pictures and sonnets and song lyrics after having been quiet for a week. Forgive me? I warned you.
I hope you have had a colorful week.