Saturday, May 13, 2017

May flowers

Today was another of those long appointment days: dentist, then pre-anesthesia clinic, home for lunch, then off again for PT and speech. The boy had a tooth pulled (no more double row), got the med dosing plan for next week, did some good swimming in PT, and told his speech therapist that he needed chocolate. She fed him pudding, because if you can ask (and confirm with "yes"), you should have it.

Last weekend we did Bloomsday, with my mom and Q and I walking, the girls running (behind their Auntie), and my dad and my brother mountain biking while the rest of us were on the course. The weekend kept us hopping. My mom ended up needing a little medical attention Saturday night (she'll be okay, I think), and my dad took a heckuva spill off his bike, just as they were returning to the parking lot at the end of the ride. He's had surgery (pins in his femur) and is rehabbing now with an eye toward summer projects and hopefully some fun in seven-ish weeks. I think we'll never have another weekend quite like that one.

At the risk of sounding whiny... I am done with the rain. This week we topped fifteen inches over our annual average for this point in the water year. It's hard to get outside enough to stay on top of the itinerant dandelions, never mind getting to the rest of the work. We have had a handful of really beautiful days, which have produced apple blossoms, pear blossoms, cherry blossoms, and even some baby nectarines, which look like tiny alien fruits for the time being. The fig is leafing out, the rhubarb is tall, and this year's miracle of miracles: the quince is blooming! It's resisted like mad, but maybe the cold snap(s) of the winter did the trick. The lilac is getting ready to open, the peonies are stretching tall, the fat-leafed bottoms of the hollyhocks are mounding up, the chives are blooming, and the grapes are unfurling. It's a slowly building cacophony out there.

In other news, the school year is wrapping up, ready or not. As usual, we'll have work to continue through the summer, and we'll be prepping soon for the fall. The deadlines for summer classes and summer deadlines for fall are all queueing up. It's true what they say: the days are long, but the years are short.

Off now to sleep and pop up again in the morning. Love on those punkins.