Spilled Ink

As I write, snow falls in heavy, white swirls outside my window. We were taking a walk on the beach with the dog when it began, and I don't think it has let up since. But we are safe and dry indoors; a roast is in the crockpot, dough is rising in the cupboard, Samuel has had his egg hunt (indoors), and Timothy and Mom are enjoying some relaxing time watching Stargate. As for me, I am forcing myself to leave my schoolwork alone for a day, and (momentarily) I have my computer to myself. I'm reading Lawhead's Pendragon at present, enjoying the Lord of the Rings musical soundtrack, and making great plans for the future.

I find a certain irony in the fact that our snow waits until Easter to show itself in force. Such weather has studiously avoided our area throughout much of the winter, only to show itself today. Today, when everyone knows one ought to be able to wear light, bright clothes and open shoes. Well, I still wore light, bright clothes (I balked at the open shoes, though) and am doing my best to deny the presence of this unseasonal snow. If it would only stick, perhaps I would be willing to acknowledge it. Thus far, however, it has swirled to no great purpose.

We went on a brief jaunt yesterday out to Kongeveien, a trail along part of the coast. It was muddier than we expected after a few days of dry weather, and we only went a small piece of the way. Yet we all survived and were wiser, colder, and muddier for the experience.

Finally, I have fixed on a name for my laptop. Though I appreciate my family's input, I fear I could not separate the name they suggested from the personality behind it, even for such an unusual name as Squeers. Instead, I'll be using the name that came to me first--and stubbornly refused to leave: Merlin.

And thus ends my documentation of yet another day in the life of the Norway Edgrens.