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loll. it’s one of my favorite words, right up there with plinth, serendipity, mandible, pickled, tributary and tomfoolery.

and i gotta be straight with you, we’ve been doing a serious bit of lolling about since christmas. couch, chair, floor, bed, bathtub, the nook in the back hallway, IN BOATS, under the kitchen table if you’re a toddler, tucked in the closet hiding from the toddler if you’re a cat - it’s all working splendidly. school will be back in session soon enough, so we’re basking in the nothing like lizards on an august rock.

homemade kettle corn helps pass the time, and good coffee and real hot cocoa, whipping up the world’s easiest caramels, trying out new watercolors and sketchbooks, hitting the library pile full-throttle, browsing a short stack of favorite magazines, netflixing merrily and generally making sure all my favorite accoutrements (now that’s a delicious word) for a life of pure leisure are at hand.

relaxed is a good thing.

now all this delightful sloth (ah, there’s another favorite) could have me feeling so renewed and rejuvenated that i might ponder up a steaming pile of resolutions, a list to gloat over then quickly lose in the bottom of my ginormous purse. lord knows i do love lists. and ginormous purses.

but excitable new beginnings are not how i roll. nope. all that hope and resolve gives me the willies. not that there’s anything wrong with feeling motivated by a fresh new year if that’s what trips your get-it-done trigger. my personal history with such matters involves crashing and burning by mid-february, or just about the time valentine candy goes on clearance at target.

i do want to think a bit about the year we just discarded, though, and some random stuff i discovered in 2007.

in fact, i think i feel a list coming on right now:

we are many
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they are actually quite interesting
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my swiffer and i have parted ways amicably. i don’t like the generic cleaning spray and i don’t like the square edges that push dirt into little ridges around everything with legs and corners. and i don’t like the pads, even my homemade ones. ymmv.
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letting my hair gray has not been the death knell of my sassiness, despite the lamentations of my hair cut lady (that’s what i call her). in fact, i think it contributes greatly to my sassified appeal.
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i can make actual wearable items without any help. but not without screaming, crying, or cursing.
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some homeschoolers suck. some are cool. all are trying.
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some places are just as beautiful the second time.
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little boys won’t stay that way, even if you wish they did.
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some of the best things in life are free
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it never ends
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if something were to happen to flickr i’d probably lie in the fetal position on my bathroom floor for a week, only bothering to come out for tapioca pudding and cheese nips.
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i love minneapolis, and chicago, but could never live in either place.
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clean is way overrated.
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this pie is the bomb.
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brushing my daughter’s hair is one of the sweetest things in life.
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legos are inevitable.
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a husband’s xbox can be a chick-flick-netflixing wife’s best friend.
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youtube, you make me laugh.

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and you?