Sick, bored, boring and home with the kids for Spring Break, I've figured out a way to spice things up a bit. We pretend inanimate objects have eccentric compulsions, and I try to do everything I can with a plastic sword. I'm getting pretty good at cutting the oranges in mid air, but find it hard to pare my cuticles.
So far, our big outing since returning from Virginia; a trip to the Neergaard on 5th Avenue. I got Sambuca Negra, elder syrup. Meanwhile, news of my mom's Rhode Island neighborhood keeps flooding into our house from the radio, and she tells me the Pawtuxet River was 6 inches deep in her basement this morning. She needs some stilts.
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