Last night I supervised the building of a teepee as Alexi scaffolded Abbott in solving this (seventh grade) math problem:
(Solve it. Go.)
The lengthy stretches of darkness make evenings with tedious schoolwork interminably long.
With the increase in morning light since daylight saving time ended, I’ve been motivated to walk Nelly before breakfast. I force myself outside, constantly, and it keeps me going. I nod hello to the gardeners and other dog walkers I encounter. I make small talk with the owners of Nelly’s friends, Ramona and Tess, down the street, who seem to be out walking every time we are. I find enormous satisfaction stamping on the surprising ubiquity of molehills on our route.
Back at home, I scrubbed the railing of our deck until my wrist hurt. I cleaned out pots of long-dead flowers gone mossy. Tomorrow, I hope to string some lights on the rail; replant the empty pots.
When I went to check the mail, I discovered three of the four light bulbs over the porch are burned out. And then I started noticing burned out bulbs all over the house. Added to the list of today's projects: replace light.