Well, It's May Day. Again.

This morning began as does every first of May, with The Spouse planning his parade of tanks and missiles in Red Square. I hope that I can someday buy him some armaments. He'd dearly love to have a tank. And some Marines. He really wants to have a rank of Marines standing at attention when he walks in a room. Who doesn't?

I had to put together the Maybaskets as The Child was indisposed yesterday. When we first bought our house there was very little in the way of flowering bits for our first May Day. Not to mention we had only met a few of our neighbors back then. But much has changed in 10 years and so even though I am quite a neglectful gardener and despite the first 6 weeks of "spring" being wretched and cold, there were enough blossoms to create these:


I think they look very pretty.

The Child, as was to be expected, tried to get out of going to school today. I mentioned that since from 4pm yesterday she was fit enough to argue with me, I suspected she could handle school. She countered that there was a test today for which she had not studied, to which I replied that if that was the case perhaps she would have been better served studying yesterday afternoon rather than watching "Return of the Jedi" for the 412th time.

"Oh, fuh-ine, I'll go to school," she huffed.

Sing it with me..."she's the worst mother in the world"...waah, waah" ...

She was over it by the time she needed to deliver her fleurs.



The Rabbi's Wife saw us as she was returning home from her work-out and gave a friendly wave. She knew what we were up to. But otherwise, the mission was accomplished. And when I mean "mission accomplished" I mean that the flowers were delivered on time and, with that one exception, in secret. You know, accomplished successfully. I clarify, less you be confused by the infamous moment which today celebrates its 5th anniversary:

To paraphrase Inigo Montoya, "I do not think that phrase means what you think it means".

Or in the sentiment JP once gracefully penned, "George Bush is a jackass".

Returning to happier, more May-like thoughts. My lilacs are in bloom.
I adore lilacs. And over at the coffee shop you'll find a video which is my theme song for the day.

It's a beautiful morning, full of blossom and chirping and that odd but insistent bright orb in the sky which seems to be trying to coax my roses. I think it's a good omen.

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I'm working on my PR recap but I have a client this morning. ('K, it's the client, my only client, but it just sounds more impressive if I say it like that. Creating the illusion of success. Faking it til I make it, that sort of thing. You understand).

Anyway, point is, check back later. Unless you are like JP and don't give a rat's tuchis about PR. In which case you could go play videos at "Here's the 90s"

Wow. Wednesday Already?

The holidays sure play hell with blogging.

Yesterday I was supposed to be at the new coffee shop JP and I just opened. Was I? Nope. I was in my jammies playing Sims2 (hi, new addiction) and then torn away from that to watch all the Harry Potter movies and eat cold cuts with the family. (And when I say "all", I mean all but "Prisoner of Azkaban" because we have the jewel box for it but the disk is no where to be found).

I didn't even make it over to the opening of Hat's new blog and by the time I did get over there, there were already 27 comments and I was all "Meh". Not "meh" about her blog, of course, just "meh" about commenting. Which I could excuse on the grounds that I talk to her nearly every day so she knows I love her.

The holidays also play hell with housekeeping. Other than stopping to mop up spilled things that might turn sticky and throwing in the occasional load of laundry just so the lid would actually close on the laundry basket, I didn't do much. Too busy reveling and eating and all that.

Which reminds me that the holidays also play hell with the waistline. Only thing that's saving me there is the new Wii that came on Christmas day. I'm a pro at bowling. My tennis game sux, though. Still, at least it gets me off my butt once in a while.

But the holidays are winding down. It's the 8th day of Christmas and all the parties are done with, save for the Epiphany feast on the 6th which, because it's on a Sunday, will likely be a small affair. As in us and The Neighbor. Point is, things are getting back to what passes for normal around here. The Spouse is back at work. I can now see the tops of my kitchen counters. Oh, and did I mention? I'm working. Working as in "I finally got a paying customer for my organizing business" working. Whoo to the hoo! I meet with the client at noon. "Client". I love that word.

And as much as I love Christmastide, I am pretty psyched about the possibilities for the new year. 2008, people. Love me some fresh starts, however arbitrary the whole notion of "fresh start" may be.

I do have a couple of resolutions for the new year. 'Course I do.

* Listen to more new music.

* Read at least a book a month. (Seems I'm reading all the time and I happen to think that some of what I read in Blogtopia is every bit as grand and meaningful as an actual book but still. 12 actual books doesn't seem like much but it's more than I managed in '07).

* Bake more often. I say all the time that I don't really enjoy baking. But over the holidays I made 24 egg nog cakes, ham and cheese brioche, French bread and Caribbean sesame bread. And it was all really good. I don't think it's that I don't enjoy baking. I just forgot how satisfying it really is.

I have some other intentions for the new year but they pretty much all boil down to being more careful. As in, giving more care to those things I value. I got in my head a lot in '07 and the only problem with that is that it makes me tend to "phone it in" when it comes to the things that really matter. I'm going to try not to do that this year.

I'm also resolved to find "Prisoner of Azkaban".