The boys have been snowshoeing twice since we got back to Rauhallinen Farm from downstate. A superb way to taper off the energy inherent in such creatures. We are making homemade Pizza tonight, continuing to watch spooky movies, and as both of them say, just do boy’s stuff. Tomorrow, Nolan will have his initial cross country skiing lesson by his brother and me, at Wolverine Nordic Ski Trails. A sure wager that we will all sleep well tomorrow night. They talked me into putting up my backpacking tent in the dining room so that they can “camp out” tonight.
“If you expect nothing from somebody you are never disappointed.”
― Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar