No Idle Hands Here

We’ve had another full, fun weekend around these parts.  The rust bucket Durango retired at the Ford dealership Friday, and Brandon and I did a little happy dance that it did NOT begin belching smoke in the parking lot when they started it up.  We pulled away with a 2004 Ford Expedition, pleased with our purchase and resigned to investing our money in a small oil field in Iran. 

Friday night is Sarah-does-not-cook-if-the-husband-is-out-of-town night, so we ordered a small pizza for the kiddos, and Henry and I ate avocados, leftover roasted carrots, and bananas.  I think – some combination like that, anyway.  And after the kids went to bed, I watched the Ashland University women’s basketball team play in the NCAA Division II national championship game with some friends here at the house.  They lost, but boy, what a game! 

After Pancake Saturday morning (now modified a smidge with these fantasmatic Paleo Pancakes for me and Henry and regular ones for Lyd and Elvis until we’re out of pancake mix), we pulled out of the driveway in the new tank and headed to Mansfield for some spring shopping at Kohl’s.  After seven solid years of maternity bathing suits or post-baby swimsuits, I bought with confidence a swimsuit that is actually cute.  The kids helped pick out the swimsuit.  Kohl’s is a ridiculously dangerous place to shop, because EVERYTHING’S ON SALE, which makes me feel like I can buy more than I actually need.  So… we got Easter dresses, Easter shirts, shorts and pants for skinny-dad, and presents for my mom’s 50th birthday.  There’s a good chance some of the stuff I bought will be returned later this week, since I found about a dozen Easter-appropriate shirts for the boys when we came home.

The other things I found when we came home were ants.  Loads and loads of ants piled up on the floor in the kitchen.  Apparently I dripped something from breakfast onto the floor and didn’t get it cleaned up.  Their congregation on the floor made extermination a breeze, though, and I haven’t seen another one since.  I’m sure everyone else has noticed the alarming abundance of insects out already this year.  We don’t usually have ant issues until summer.  It’s March (in case you missed it).  Looks like we’re in for a buggy year.

To sum up the rest of the weekend, there was a visit to the bookstore, a symphony event at the university, a trip to Medina for dinner with my folks, and church this morning.  I’m hoping to spend the rest of the afternoon finishing up the clothes sorting and getting the house in order before the work week.  We’re heading to D.C. for a long weekend over spring break (woo hoo!), and I’d like to have most things in order before the week gets going. So, I’m planning on trying blackened chicken and guacamole with some sweet potato wedges for dinner tonight, something quick to prep and cook without a whole lot of attention. 

It’s been a full weekend, for sure, the kind of weekend that makes you feel like the time was well-spent.  We milked every minute. 

Published by Sarah M. Wells

Sarah M. Wells is the author of The Family Bible Devotional: Stories from the Gospels to Help Kids and Parents Love God and Love Others (2022), American Honey: A Field Guide to Resisting Temptation (2021), Between the Heron and the Moss (2020), The Family Bible Devotional: Stories from the Bible to Help Kids and Parents Engage and Love Scripture (2018), Pruning Burning Bushes (2012), and a chapbook of poems, Acquiesce, winner of the 2008 Starting Gate Award through Finishing Line Press (2009). Sarah's work has been honored with four Pushcart Prize nominations, and her essays have appeared in the notable essays list in the Best American Essays 2012, 2013, 2014, 2015, 2017, and 2018. Sarah is the recipient of a 2018 Individual Excellence Award from the Ohio Arts Council. She resides in Ashland, Ohio with her husband and three children.

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