Weekend Report

Mason has started taking swimming lessons again. He had a breakthrough this last summer, when he spontaneously figured out how to back float on his own. He's had lessons on and off throughout his life (starting in a baby class when he was only six or eight months old,) but he's now got a certain amount of confidence that may have been previously lacking. He was FEARLESS with the kickboard/back float they had him do on Saturday morning. I could hear him shouting from across the pool, "I can do it on my own!" And he did. He was so good, in fact, that the instructor, who follows along for safety, had a hard time keeping up with him.

Of course, this was the first and only time Shawn skipped. The nice weather has been playing havoc with her sinuses, sometimes triggering migraines, so she stayed home at my insistance when she said she was feeling a bit under the weather. Of course, wouldn't you know it? Saturday was also the day that they let the kids jump off the diving board... in the deep end!

Mason has been doing cannon balls off our friend Gerriann's dock all last summer, but the diving board was a bit more intimiating. Even so, he did extremely well. Only a little hesitant, and no one had to push/drop him in. I'm only sorry Mommy missed it, and I didn't think to bring my camera (what? Usually they do the same stuff over and over again! How was I supposed to know?)

I had to take the cat, Deliah, to the vet after swimming class where we got the startlingly good news that the diet seems to be working! My personal theory is that the cats so HATE the dry food that they only eat the 1/4 can of wet they get every day... with only a few nibbles of the dry when they're desperate, but hey, if it works, this is good.

The rest of Saturday was spent preparing some furnature my folks brought up on Friday. I spray painted a foot stool -- it was a dingy brown wicker, and now it's shiney white! Yay! Shawn stained a battered wooden cabniet, and I picked up some fun drawer pulls from Menards (shape of... a frog! Form of... a leaf!) I also took advantage of the nice weather and mowed and did a bit of yard work. We topped the day off with a cook out of brats and hotdogs!

Sunday I hung out with Eleanor as part of the St. Paul Art Crawl. Wyrdsmiths purchased a table, but, it turned out, none of us really wanted to staff it all weekend. Eleanor would have been able to do it, but, by chance, she had family in town until Sunday. So we compromised by agreeing to just have the table on Sunday and not bothering with a reading or anything else. I misunderstood the time things started and showed up about forty-five minutes early, so instead of hanging around twiddling my thumbs I wandered over to the St. Paul Farmer's Market. Of course, I ended up buying fresh dill and cucumbers, as well as some handcrafted soaps. I don't think we had many visitors to our table, but it, for me, at least, turned into a very nice afternoon.

I was very impressed with the St. Paul Farmer's Market. I'd never been. (I know, for such a stalwart St. Paulie, you'd think I would have.) I think I was expecting the chaos that is the Minneapolis Farmer's Market and so shied away. I wish I hadn't waited so long! It's really quite managable. I think even Shawn, who has been known to faint in large crowds, might enjoy the more relaxed atmosphere of the St. Paul Farmer's Market.

Otherwise, I don't know much. How's by you?