Quiet Evening

Than­ks to Net­flix, we watched Reign of Fire last night. I did­n’t hate it, but I did­n’t real­ly *watch* it. I was sort­ing through old papers and weed­ing out files. sam­bear enjoyed it, though, and he’d been want­i­ng to see it for a long time, so it was well worth the time. shad­owkatt seemed to like it, too. Now she’s watch­ing Much Ado About Noth­ing.

I was dis­ap­point­ed to find that Net­flix does­n’t have The Mouse That Roared, or Paint Your Wag­on, or The Pres­i­den­t’s Ana­lyst. I want­ed Sam to see those.

lit­tle­fire­fae and real_pochacco left for their spring break vis­it with their moth­er yes­ter­day. We did­n’t hear any­thing last night, so I have to assume that they did arrive safe­ly. I always wor­ry about them, sim­ply because I can’t see them and assure myself that they’re okay. It’s a Mom­my thing, I guess. I’m sure they’ll enjoy them­selves, though. real_pochacco was par­tic­u­lar­ly excit­ed about see­ing the lin­ear accel­er­a­tor at Stanford.

sam­bear has been bak­ing up a storm this week. He made his very first scratch brown­ies last night, and they were rap­tur­ous. A sacra­ment unto them­selves! He’s made cin­na­mon rolls twice this week, as well, and there was­n’t a scrap left from either batch. Yummy—and I’m not a fan of cin­na­mon rolls most of the time! He’s a bis­cuit-mak­ing pro now and is study­ing the arcane mys­ter­ies of yeast rolls.

We have a fair­ly qui­et week­end planned, large­ly doing things around the house. We do have Try­bal­a­ka tomor­row night, but that’s about it. We’ve real­ly made great strides in declut­ter­ing and so on. At this rate, we should have a much smoother move in a few months than we had the last time. We still need to weed through the books and keep get­ting rid of paper. I’ve got to go through the cross-stitch pat­terns, especially.