Write two haiku about: the weathervane.
Boxes went fairly smoothly today, which was a nice change. No mistakes were uncovered while putting them together, which meant no running out to the garden to harvest something five minutes before people were scheduled to start arriving.
This evening we went for a quick grocery shop and then some gelato (well, sorbetto) at the beach. And by quick I mean except for the parts where we waited for Max to get into his car seat.
Because he can do that now. All on his own.
It just takes a while... most of the time.
Spinning, spinning, my
life is spent spinning, giving
* * *
The rooster points north
with confidence, though clearly
things are going south