This week is by far the worst, though, and Steve can't even restock the flowers, because we had a blizzard yesterday and the snow drifts are higher than the snow blower and the snow shovel got buried in a drift somewhere, so our cars are trapped in the driveway. If I can't get these kids outside soon, we're all going to go mental. Today we did successfully, as per The Bairn's request, create the most ghetto little puppet theater you've ever seen out of a cardboard box and some old fabric. It stars a lopsided felt puppet named Chicky Bick and a paper moon, star, and comet on popsicle sticks. But it's not enough. I must leave the house soon. We got Ellen's passport photos earlier this week but if we had her actual travel documents in hand, I'd be shoveling out that driveway with The Bairn's plastic beach shovel and heading to my parents' house in Tennessee.
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I was in Tennessee a week ago Saturday. It was lovely! And then they had freezing rain. And then I came back to Iowa.
I am feeling thankful that we've had only a dusting of snow since then, but I am sure ready for it to warm up.
Yeah, they haven't had the greatest spring ever but it's still beating the pants off NS at the moment.
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