This is our neighborhood. Well, sort of. It’s the space behind our actual neighborhood where I like to walk Major. Recently, it’s been in this space that I’ve created much of novel’s plot. It’s nearly four miles to the end and back, and the time it takes to circle around depends on whether I’m walking or running, or if Major gets sidetracked by squirrels and curious cows.
The six-year-old is projectile vomiting. The nine-year-old has reached an impasse with triple-digit multiplication. The dog won’t stay out of the cat food.
I declare spring break.
Today will be a day of reading, writing, making sure my littlest is comfortable, and giving my oldest yard work to do so he can raise money to buy Skylanders. I might even go for a short run.
Warm weather is coming, and we couldn’t be more ready.
I was in Chattanooga yesterday for a memorial service and found that I had a little extra time to drive around the city we used to call home. While still very nostalgic, this place isn’t home anymore. It’s where Chuck and I met, where we graduated high school, where we got married and where we started a family. It’s the city where so many of our major decisions were made. And while I can pinpoint a slew of little special spots in Chattanooga that hold a sweet memory for me, home is where we are now. This city, this house, these people. It feels good and right and long term.
Happy Weekend to you, and Go Vols!
Michele bought wax lips for the boys when she was here and they could hardly wait to try them. They’ve never experienced wax lips before and it’s been eons since I had, so of course I grabbed my camera. While they winced at the taste, they wasted no time running around with them in their mouths.
I just love how the sun is peeking through the trees in the background. East Tennessee is so beautiful right now, though winter is slowly making itself known. The big bursts of orange, red and yellow are tumbling to the ground, so it won’t be long until the trees are barren and the autumn colors fade. Chuck and I remarked that fall has lasted longer than usual, it seems. Instead of two weeks, it feels as though we’ve (rightfully) had a full month of it. If anything, I’ve definitely had a full month of eating candy corn. My waistline confirms it.
It is breathtakingly beautiful in East Tennessee right now, which meant it was the perfect weekend to run around at a corn maze and get our pumpkins.