dulcetly...notes on a bookish life

Once again, this week is graced with some lovely weather, the sort that beckons you outdoors even though there is so much work to be done inside, poems and collages to be finished, guest blog posts to be written, books to be laid out and finalized. But who can be overwhelmed amidst this gorgeousness? Already, barely spring and there is a signifigant amount of green on the trees in the park and and the magnolias close to blooming near the bus stop, things which usually don't occur well into April. Already I have pulled out the flip flops and fall sale sundresses I was hoarding longingly over winter in my closet. Already, all the windows are wide, wide open.

My weekend, however, was pretty much all indoors, mainly focused on acclimating this little monster (aka Madeleine Maxx) into the household and kitten proofing the apartment, though she he seems to be settling in well and is still too small to do serious damage to anything yet (though I remember thinking the same thing about the gingers until I knew better.) The rest of the time, I was tending to groceries, organization, cleaning, all the while fending on ninja attacks on my ankles and dying of cuteness.