Today is probably the most productive day either of us have had all year. Up before the sun, to beat the holiday traffic, and get the best cream corn, we got to the grocery around 6:30am. We took our time, strolling down each aisle, scanning all the shelves, and leaving no list item unturned. It was a long list. Double columned, both sides of the page. The only thing we didn't find is rhubarb. Guess we're not having that pie this weekend. We even checked another store, but all I found was swiss chard. Close, but opposite.
We came home and prompted by the lack of sufficient pantry space, tore the kitchen apart and redid all the cabinets. So much so that Laura uttered the words "I love my kitchen!". It's usually not the story. She refers to it as the dungeon. Cleaned up the yard. Haven't picked up since Laura's baby shower in June. That's shameful. I finally cleaned up the sawdust city I had made while building these shelves, and did the shed switcheroo, things that don't need to be in the house out, portable heaters in. It's an annual ritual.
Oddjobs abound, but tonight we even finally ordered our stroller. We have a stroller, but it's not terrain friendly. We went with a three wheeler, big wheels since all our roads are rock at best. It's got a hand brake for those downhill tumbles and an iPod dock, called the iBaby, so we can jam out on our nature hikes. It'll be here sometime between the 24th and the 1st. Then daily walks will ensue. Snow be damned. If the snow ever decides to show itself. Coward snow. This has taken an ugly turn. It's time for bed. Another early day tomorrow.
