Thursday, April 17

This week has seemed interminable. I went into work today but did my final meeting at home so Mom, Dad, and I could go to Phipps right at four to see the spring flower show. It closes on Sunday, so this was our last chance to see it. Beautiful as always. Afterward, we went outside to Phipps's bulb sale and all bought some bulbs. I got some hyacinths and narcissus. 

Greta walked home from school. Poor Greta wasn't able to eat lunch today because she couldn't open her new stainless-steel lunch container. She was working on a science project by herself in a classroom, so there was no one to help her. The Amazon reviews all talked about this problem, but we'd attempted opening it in the morning ourselves with no problem; but the hot food formed a kind of vacuum. 

Lucia had musical and then went running. Mom cooked dinner, did all the dishes, and practiced piano with the girls. Dad gave me a family history written by a great-aunt, with stories from the depression and beyond, an amazing and evocative project. We had a good laugh about my own children, whose idea of "hardship" is accidentally ordering the regular version, not the deluxe version, of yet another eagerly anticipated new novel, a version WITHOUT METALLIC-GOLD PAGE EDGES. 

Mom and Dad had an epically bad drive home from our house, getting a flat tire and having to wait on the side of the highway for AAA. 

Andrew gets home tomorrow, at long last. He is on a plane right now. He was not bitten by any cobras.