February, you aren't so bad

A colleague asked me for my birth date and in turn told me that this year would be about Change, Risk Taking and Freedom. She must be mistaken because last year, 2012, was all about these things for me and my family. We moved from the suburbs to the city and Kevin started a new business. The kids started new schools and made new friends. We have too. I no longer commute and although everyone told me not to take the job, I did it anyway and it has paid off in spades. I love my city. I love its diversity and culture. Its beauty that you have to scratch away at the surface to see. It is there. 

Two weeks ago, when the storm hit, I was able to trudge through the snow drifts to work and was grateful that our vehicle never left the driveway. I came home that day to a Charlotte shoveled walk and the promise that only a weekend can bring. And there have been two of those since then - one hopelessly romantic and the other surrounded by friends. February, you have been fun in spite of yourself. 


It is February. And 2013. Hopefully it is not too late for a Christmas pic?

I spy the Beatles White album I thrifted for Kevin. Never before has he been more impressed with my second hand finds than since we started our record collection. Just this past week I have scored The Kinks Misfits and a Zombies album in mint condition.

I tried to get out Christmas cards this year but failed. Family received a pic of the kids. Here it is.

An outtake.

And Charlotte's initial bad mood which I call her Margot Tenenbaum look.

She's now in middle school and will kill me when she sees this. But she's also in middle school and therefore this is likely the least of her problems. When I'm not looking at vinyl in thrift shops, it is Judy Blume books I seek in the stacks. So far she is a fan and takes them to school where her teachers are surprised to see the books that they read at her age, in her hand.

It has been cold. So very cold that all I want to wear is wool. Head to toe. Each night I wrap myself in my wool blanket in front of the fire and let the records spin.