The kids are out making their second fire of the day in the firepit we got from my good friend, HeyMom. They are making S'mores (also for the second time), running around the yard as if it's not cold out (it is) and enjoying themselves immensely. I'm so glad dad is home this round. He helped them find some bigger pieces of wood and it looks as if they are actually burning something that creates quite a bit of heat this round. We had a fire going this afternoon, but our twigs were quickly burned away and our coals mini compared to what they are getting now. (In short, he builds a much sexier fire than I do.)
We spent a day in Lawrence with one of our favorite homeschool groups this week. We don't get to see all of these folks as often now that we live so far away, but it was worth the road trip. At one point, I just sat back and listened to all the moms chattering away. They were louder than the kids, I'm pretty sure. Good times.
Life is good. I've had a full and busy week, but am feeling much more centered than I have in a while. I've been desperate for fiction the last few times I've hit the library, but have been unsuccessful at arriving home with anything that could hold my interest for more than a few pages. So instead I've been pouring over lots of non-fiction, mostly stuff on Buddhism and meditating, but a few other oddball pieces thrown in, as well.
I finally picked up Jennifer Weiner's Certain Girls on Wednesday and just managed 138 pages in one sitting. I feel oddly relieved. I guess I take the ability to plow through a book as a sure sign that I'm back in my game.
I also met up with my writer friend, Cheryl, this week and we had a good talk about writing and where we're going with it and why we aren't there yet. No epiphanies, but I think I rambled enough to get some insight about the rut my writing has fallen in.
Life is good. Did I mention that already?