We've finally got some sunshine, the air is clean and the temps are in the forties. Here's crossing fingers that we're beyond the snow.
(Keehner Park, West Chester. Photo taken by Dan Brunck)
I took the kids to the woods (see photo) this afternoon and we tromped through the mud. I slid off a rock into the mossy creek and drenched my New Balance tennie. Caitrin tripped over an exposed root and skidded over the slick path covering the palms of her hands and the knees of her pants in wet earth. And Rocky splashed and romped through the creek, up the ravine, across the scattered leaves and through the dead branches. What a day!
I've got to remember our little digital camera next time to get a photo.
The snow has meant a delay in spring. Liam's lacrosse has been cancelled more times than they've played or practiced. But tonight's practice should be gorgeous. Caitrin's ballet has ended and her soccer begins Thursday. Johannah's play (for which she is a crew member) is in the second week of a two week run. (It was fabulous! Brought back so many memories for me. They performed "Seussical the Musical" and it was like watching a professional show. Unbelievable!) Johannah pushed and pulled set pieces on and off stage. We glowed with pride and waved to her from the top of the seats. (She couldn't see us.)
Jacob had sax practice today and is working on "Color of the Wind." He's sounding so good.
Noah's Shakespeare play is coming along nicely. I saw a tiny part of a rehearsal. I'm amazed at what those CSF actors can do with high school students.
I've got a midterm tomorrow and papers due everywhere, in every direction—high school writing manual I'm trying to finish, a paper using the autobiographical critique methodology of Genesis 3:16 for the Society of Biblical Literature conference in April, and a research paper comparing Bonhoeffer's theology to black theology.
Jon's starting a new teaching position at Phoenix University, right nearby and good pay. He had a slam dunk interview. Starts tonight.
Feels like we're getting trickles of good things for the next few weeks. Sort of like the weather... the promise of things to come.
Julie
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