After a busy couple months, we’re both off for spring break and marveling at how strange it is to spend extended periods of time in each other’s company.
The story is in the details, as they say, so here’s a run down of a good day (see the visual appendix below):
7:00 a.m. Wake up and make coffee that smells like cinnamon. Aaron flips pancakes.
8:00 a.m. Sherry leaves to teach yoga.
9:55 a.m. [acoustic guitar medley playing in background]
Sherry: It’s time to let the body integrate the exercise we’ve just finished. Laying in corpse pose, imagine a small hole at the bottom of your spine where all the worry, anxiety, and stress slowly drips out. Now, slowly awaken from corpse position and roll onto your right side into a fetal position.
Class, Thinking to Themselves: We relish the symbolism of moving from corpse to a fetal position. Thank you, wise yoga instructor.
10:00-12:00 p.m. A time vacuum in which I try to be efficient and fail.
12:30 ish p.m. Talk to Sam about the wedding. I like doing this.
1:00 p.m. Take Clara for her first sled ride. Check out that little Puff the Magic Baby! How cute is that.
1:30 p.m. Spend an afternoon in the library and bring home The Language Police, One Man’s Wilderness, and a work of fiction written by a “prodigiously daring and imaginative young writer.”
2:30 p.m. Go to Kaladi’s on Kobuk to read books and rock sled-baby to sleep.
2:50 p.m. “We should buy land and build a log cabin.”
3:30 p.m. Check out the documentary on education Waiting for Superman.
5:00 p.m. Clara’s asleep (she’s a bit feverish, actually, but various doctors and/or websites say not to worry yet). Aaron’s off skiing. And, you know what I’m doing.