Reruns

I've missed a few picture days in the last few weeks, partly because most of what's happening in the Brooks household is visually redundant, and so it ends up looking as though I'd missed pictures anyway. I mention this because the last couple of recycled pictures were taken during the worst of our bouts with snow, and may have given some the wrong impression of the current state of things. Although there’s still a lot of the white stuff on the ground, the weather is much warmer, and so are we.

I've also missed picture days because I've been under the weather. Today, for example, after getting up at 4:30 (5:30 Standard Time) and helping William and Danny get on the bus, I went back to bed with Karen, who has today off. I ended up sleeping until 11:30. Daylight Time. Very confusing. Also puts a crimp on productivity.

I'm up and about now. I've even been in town to keep Karen company while she does laps in the pool.

And tonight I'll be out watching Danny play his last basketball game of the season, unless his team wins, which will put them in the championship game on Thursday.

I don't really care. Danny has enjoyed playing and learned a lot about teamwork and focus. I consider that a win all around.

Sugaring Weather

Although anyone who doesn’t live in a cold climate wouldn't quite believe it, our weather has taken a big turn for the better. This is what those who collect and prepare maple syrup call “sugaring season.” The nights are below freezing, the days above. Just the right conditions for collecting an amazing amount of sap: 40 gallons for a each gallon of pure maple syrup. And just the right conditions for us to feel that Spring is coming right on schedule.

This is when we start preparing for late Spring events, too, sending in permission slips and forms for Danny’s overnight trip to the Boston Museum of Science, and William’s two-night trip to the White Mountains to camp with his team members before he heads off to (gasp!) high school.

The snow is beginning to melt. A little. And I just ordered my last fill of propane for the season. Winter may not be officially over, but it’s undoubtedly on its way out.

And I, for one, am happy to show it the door.