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the quotidian (4.20.15)
Monday, April 20, 2015 11:51
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Quotidian: daily, usual or customary;
everyday; ordinary; commonplace
SPRING.
Supper prep.
After waiting two loooong months for the from-China delivery: replacing the wings.
Confession: at our house, shit flies. In this case, literally.
Perfect for budding drivers: our new-to-us beater car.
It’s stick shift! (Or “stick fish,” depending on who is talking.)
Ready for church.
I can’t do this.
Like his father: a surge of frustration with a malfunctioning object
and it is, suddenly and swiftly, flipped and fixed.
and it is, suddenly and swiftly, flipped and fixed.
Sibs.
How many kids does it take to bathe the baby?
My brother grilled us a feast.
The meaty line-up: “I feel like an American.”
This same time, years previous: Omri, joining the club, fun and fiasco: chapter two, fun and fiasco: chapter three, nutmeg coffee cake, loose ends, the quotidian (4.16.12), and then he shot me through the heart, picking us up, mint wedding cake, ground pork and white bean chili, banana cake and creamy peanut butter frosting, and baked spaghetti.
Jennifer Jo lives with her husband John and their four children on five acres in rural Virginia where she (kinda-sorta-maybe) homeschools the kids, gardens, bakes, and reads. You can find more of her musings and lots of recipes at her web-log mamasminutia.blogspot.com.
Source: http://www.jennifermurch.com/2015/04/the-quotidian-42015.html
