It's snowing again. In that snow-globe way where big fluffy flakes spiral and hang. Boys are lurking at canal edges, dipping feet onto the ice and rocking dinghies to crack them from their icy beds. But we're over it. "Yeah, we've seen it, thanks," said David to the snow as it started up again this morning. Sans baby, this would be a perfect way to end the week, with a new book and good socks on the couch. I just received my copy of Sharon Olds' anthology - Stag's Leap - that won this year's T.S. Eliot prize for poetry. It's about her husband leaving her and it's gorgeous, oddly. Oh to stay in all day and read it cover to cover, but Cal is going crazy from one too many hours of TV and floor games. "You won't have to wear a snow-suit in Australia!" I keep reassuring both of us every time we feel compelled to go outside. This trip can't come soon enough, I am well and truly ready to get the hmmm out of Dodge.
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| January blizzard in Amsterdam |
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| At least they're keeping the streets and bike lanes clear this year |
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