Bikes, books and boxwoods.

June 4, 2007

Busy weekend. We saw the addition of a second bicycle to the household and made the 40 mile trek to the closest Costco before our memberships expire – we loaded up on coffee and some other odds and ends. Oh, all right – mostly baked goods. But also diapers and produce.

There’s a Sam’s Club not far from the house, and we’ve already joined and started going, but we’re used to the Costco brands and such (the coffee in particular). At the end of the day, I suppose a big ol’ box of diapers is a big ol’ box of diapers, but one of the things that we liked about Costco is that they had stuff that we didn’t see in other stores. Sam’s is the same stuff you can get at Wal Mart, just in quantity.

Anyway, we also added a second bicycle to the fleet – Ezmerelda picked up a Trek 7200 WSD and took it for an inaugural spin on Sunday morning. After Mass, we went to a new-parishioner luncheon deal and finally made contact with some of the other homeschooling families. To the delight of Pancho, one of them has a boy of the same age. Our neighborhood is full of kids, but they all seem to be girls between 8 and 9. Great for Bluebell, not so much for him. In any case, the other families are large-ish as well, so we don’t feel quite so alone. The trip to Costco was a little surprising – we drew more stares there than we ever had elsewhere. We’re used to it most of the time, but this was starting to get a little unnerving. Yes, they’re all ours. Look elsewhere. You’re missing a great deal on tobasco sauce.

I spent the rest of Sunday out in the yard pulling weeds. The previous owners of the house kept the inside in very nice shape, but didn’t do much with the landscape areas outside, so there are 2 year’s worth of weeds growing in most of them. I got an area along the outside corner of the lot totally cleared, then started along the front of the house: boxwoods crammed in alongside some dwarf nandinas. Ugh, I thought. Boxwoods. We had a small hedge of them at our last house. They were a constant hassle and nearly indestructible. I gave one of them a tug and it came right out. Bloodlust took over – I started pulling all of them out and laying them on the sidewalk. Daisy came around the corner and stared in horror.

Daddy…I don’t want you to kill all the little bushes!!

Uh. But…these. It’s crowded in there, and…

“I don’t want you to kill them…” Then the sobs came. This is what we get for letting her see Charlotte’s Web. I gave her a hug and explained that bushes were not animals, and oh, by the way – look! A snail! Child successfully distracted, I swooped along the sidewalk and hustled the boxwoods to the curb for later pickup. I should point out here that Daisy is quite small for her age, and is frequently mistaken for a twin of her younger sister Tulip. What she lacks in stature, she more than makes up for in heart (and, if I may add, stubbornness). It’s not at all hard to understand her empathy for the little bushes. I tried to point this out to her later in as many words.

“Daisy,” said I, “you have a big heart, because you love all the little things.”

“No,” she says, “I love big things.” Ah, the collision of definitions – ‘little’ in her world means ‘babyish’. Oh well. I let it go at that.

All was forgotten by dinner: homemade minestrone, the recipe for which came from Twelve Months of Monastery Soups. Vegetables, beans and pasta – and everyone ate it. Delicious.

Media: I finished up Unfinished Tales (!), and we watched the 1995 version of Sense and Sensibility. Nice to see Alan Rickman playing something other than a villain. Very well done. We’ve not read the book, but have both read (and seen) Pride and Prejudice relatively recently. It will go on the to-be-read list. Returning to the ongoing reading project, I have reached “Shakespeare, Works“, so I started the introductory materials in my college-era Riverside edition last night.


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