Hello, Readers.
It's Friday night.
Time to rest here
under the light of the lamp post
for a little bit.
I love to see the activity in the park!
Kids
and dogs
and bikes!
Mr. Hand's Bike Club
had an after school session this week.
The park was alive last Saturday
for fishing in the pond.
It was a bit rainy,
but no one seemed to mind.
All you need is a big umbrella
and a Mickey Mouse raincoat.
This is the newest family nugget!
She rests here,
in her little cocoon!
It was a great fishing day
for Dads and Daughters.
The pasture is starting to bloom!
Slight bits of baby green
and spring-soft white.
I was headed out of school
on a cloud covered day this week.
Erie skies will look mostly like this
for the next two months.
I inched closer to all the Hondas
in the parking lot,
wondering if this counts as a foreign car.
Will the parts for my aging van
cost more?
I spied a boat!
Is it the freighter?
(Remember, LOST fans?)
(Remember, LOST fans?)
Not Penny's Boat.
I guess LOST is streaming somewhere,
as I've seen posts from new fans.
I will never tire of talking about my favorite
TV show of all time!
And I watched the story unfold in real time.
No binge watching for Eloise.
I had to wait a full week for the next episode.
I even impatiently waited out a writers strike
in Season 3.
This reminds me of my most recent read--
it, too,
has a LOST feel to it.
It checks all the boxes for a great read.
It's a mystery set around
a seed vault.
Read this book
with your phone next to you
so you can look up all the plants
and wildlife
as they are mentioned.
Emily St. John Mandel
thinks so, too!
She is the author of another
recent 5 star read,
Station Eleven is about a pandemic
and the subsequent world collapse--
a story she wrote in
2014
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Grandma didn't like the ending.
She told me it was stupid.
Evidence that Grandma is on the mend
from her recent health emergency.
Grandma still needs more rest.
The old gal has a really hard time sitting.
I was birthed by a hyperactive,
high-strung person.
Then I married a hyperactive,
high-strung person.
I guess that is why I like to read
and watch plants bloom.
It's a little rest from the busyness
that always surrounds me.
I spent a little time in nature
with some high-strung students this week.
We were at Camp Glinodo
with the scientists and educators
from the Regional Science Consortium.
Hailey led groups of teens
out on a walk along the creek.
They made field journals that they took with them.
She asked them not to talk--
just observe,
take notes,
make sketches,
and enjoy.
It was great to see
these usually jumpy and inquisitive teens,
so calm and relaxed upon their return.
If you haven't read this book yet,
I highly recommend:
Then get your body outside
and look for these cool turkey feather fungus.
So, Readers,
I'm going to say the two words
I say most often:
I'm tired.
I'm tired.
Eloise fills her days
and feels it by the nights.
I think I'll follow
the advice of this sign
near a bench,
by a curve in the stream,
at Camp Glinodo.
I think I will.
Grandma,
that means you, too.
Eloise
