Today was a beautiful, beautiful day. Virginia can really pull out all the stops in the spring. See the above picture? Gorgeous blue sky; not too hot, not too cold. Perfect.
We went to Roosevelt Island and walked around. Nature!! I haven't seen nature in oh-so-long. You know, since one isn't really exposed to nature much when one is doing nothing but studying Chinese, one doesn't see nature a whole lot. Which is getting reeeeeeeeally old.
Spring! There is love in the air. And in the trees. See the heart?
The flowers are blooming! Okay, well, maybe not so much on Roosevelt Island, at least not right now. There were pretty little vines, though, and some of those had white flowers on them:
Which was fun.
And dandelions! There were dandelions galore:
And I was there with two of the three men in my life, seeing as one of them has temporarily escaped the Chinese-language-training-induced gloom that pervades our household these days (Zachary is in Florida with the grandparents). But the other one, who is rather tall, posed with me, which is always fun:
My son TOWERS over me at this point in my life. Know what the Chinese say (or, at least, used to say) to women?
"Obey your husbands, and then when your husbands die, obey your sons."
So here we are, me and one of my sons. Someday he'll be taking care of me. Crazy.
Speaking of Chinese (it's hard not to, these days), James and I literally had the following conversation last week:
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Setting: Our home. In the afternoon. I am eating a meal, James is in a totally other room.
Suddently, he comes BOUNDING into the room I am in and happily blurts...
Huh? What what?
I did not laugh.
But - ???
But I thought I heard... sounds of... joy?
No. There were no sounds of joy.
Actually, it's been so long since there have been any sounds of joy here that I've forgotten what they sound like.
**fade to silence**
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Yes, my friends, that was a real, honest-to-goodness conversation we literally had. Other than that, the only thing going on around here was my older son's reaction to some pictures from The Royal Wedding.
Upon coming across a picture of Princess Beatrice's festive head decoration of choice:
My son said, "Mom, she looks like a reindeer!"