Daily Archives: March 21, 2006

Bow Down to Her Queenly Queenliness

Athena, practicing the withering squint of derision that will undoubtedly get her through her teenage years. Unless she tries it on her mother, whose paralyzing stare of outrage rather handily trumps this particular look (the best I can manage is the quirky look of amusement, which is not feared by anyone).

And now she’s done practicing and back to her normal self. She does in fact look a lot like me, especially around the eyes. Far cuter, though. And you know, I’m good with that.

Bow Down to Her Queenly Queenliness

Athena, practicing the withering squint of derision that will undoubtedly get her through her teenage years. Unless she tries it on her mother, whose paralyzing stare of outrage rather handily trumps this particular look (the best I can manage is the quirky look of amusement, which is not feared by anyone).

And now she’s done practicing and back to her normal self. She does in fact look a lot like me, especially around the eyes. Far cuter, though. And you know, I’m good with that.

Snow is Here



Ahh, now the snow is here.
Really, one minute there’s not a flake on the ground, and the next, it’s as if the clouds have taken a big white dump on my lawn. I took this picture about fifteen minutes ago, and since then the lawn has largely disappeared. The snow’s return will be brief, however; it’s going to be in the forties tomorrow. Yeah, I’m not going to miss it.

Here’s a picture of some buds in my yard that are currently being frosted in snow:

Hopefully this won’t kill them. I don’t suspect it will. It’s winter’s last gasp.

Snow is Coming

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Clearly Mother Nature believes not in the concept of tidy demarcations between seasons. The heaviest snowfall we had in the winter was actually in the late fall; now on the second day of spring we’re expecting up to six inches to fall sometime during the night. I’m expecting to wake up to a blanket of white and a snow day for Athena (she won’t mind). Personally I wish Mother Nature had gotten the memo: Spring, damn it.