Ten.Two Hundred & Eighty
1. Almost to 300. It doesn't matter and yet it does.
2. The morning sky is low and I see no promise of sun just yet. I hope that changes.
3. Back to frozen waffles for them. For me, I'm choosing steel cut oats with blueberries and walnuts and a drizzle of honey.
4. The hardest part of the week is making a meal plan for the upcoming days. There are foods that have now fallen out of favor: blueberries, my muffins and scones, beef tacos, chicken noodle soup, pasta and sauce.
5. We are there before IKEA officially opens but I need protein so we head upstairs to the cafe and I eat a small breakfast of eggs, two sausage links and a scoop of unseasoned potatoes. The lift coming in from the windows is soft and the tables are being filled by elderly and those with small children. For only $1 a plate, it's easy to see why this is a draw.
6. Four legs for the desk.
7. He tells me the plywood is warped. I'm still going to figure out a way to make this desk this weekend.
8. The crane is back. I love to watch him glide. The line of his body from beak to feet, the way his wings are outstretched as he rides air. So regal. So free.
9. At least the sun is out today and that enough to warm the face.
10. I do really like it here in the spring and summer when the sunlight lingers in the kitchen, and the music is loud, and the glasses are filled with wine and we sit and talk and cook and laugh, watching the sun set behind the berm. I never thought I'd say that I'm so glad to still be here.