It is 9:17 pm. I’m hot. It’s 63°F (17°C) outside right now, but today’s high was 82°F (28°C). The warmth seems to be seeping out of hidden places. Just enough of it to keep me on the edge of perspiration.
They’ve been out of town visiting Grammy, so we haven’t seen them in several weeks. A few weeks in the life of a baby is a long time. He’s changed a lot! My kids say he acts like a human now. He focuses, smiles, coos, tries to use his muscles, makes a boo-boo lip when he cries…
He’s filling out and has the cuuuutest heart-shaped face. Mama has asked for help, so Jess is starting to spend mornings with them. They call her the cousin-nanny, which comes out “cuz’nanny.” She basically plays babydoll with Smushy while that Mama Lady does luxurious things like vacuum and take slow showers. Not a bad gig.
What else is there to report? Inscape is finished and going to print. Every year the English Department faculty read the pieces chosen for Inscape and pick one in each category to win a special award. None of us editors won, but the pieces that did win were good. My favorite poem won, which made me happy. I tried to secretly share it with you, but the formatting came out all wrong. Boo.
I am going to drive home with my windows down. I shall leave you with one last image of late winter in Southern California, with hopes for all the frozen toes out there to thaw soon.