Feast or Famine

Saturday started with a cold, blustery jog for me and Francesca. Then the whole family went down to the farmer's market (of course). We spent a long time watching an enormous backhoe tear down a 2 story brick building next to the Gingerman. This machine was perched on top of a pile of rubble, and kept hitting that poor building with its huge claw. Chunks of brick, wood, and metal came down with a screech and plume of dust. It only took about 15 minutes to demolish the last half of the building. "What a shame," Anthony said. "That building was made to last another 200 years." None of us could tear our eyes away from the power of destruction.

We moseyed over a few more feet and met Dooce at Halcyon. She chatted with me and Anna for a while. She was charming, friendly, and tall.

Then we went to The Natural Gardener to pick out some more tomato plants (despite covering them, 1 was killed by frost and 2 were killed by escaping chickens). There is a swing at this plant nursery on a tree with long ropes. If the kids are brave and swing really high and reach with their toe, they can just ring a big windchime. It was a beautiful crisp, cold, sunny day.

Anna had ballet practice, a special one with an accompianist. She and 3 other girls are getting ready for a ballet exam next month. They will be tested by a judge from the Royal Academy of Ballet. Their teacher and the parents will not be allowed in the room during the exam. On Saturday, the teacher let us Moms sit in the studio and watch the mock exam. This was very helpful because there is SO much for them to remember - now I know what to help Anna practice.

Beverly came over in the evening so we could go out with some friends. We ate ethnic food, drank lots of wine, and danced to 80s music.

Needless to say, on Sunday we did NADA except make a run to Costco. Spring Break is upon us, but Anth and I aren't taking off since we are saving our vacation time for the summer. Nana (my mom) is coming to help out, and we plan on doing some fun activities.