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Not Much Snow

There's not much snow left...the small hill the house is on that has served E well for sliding for several years is grass again, despite the temps. Strong sun. She needs a bigger hill.

The chickens are out again. They don't much like snow. The first snowfall I didn't see them outside the coop for 2 days. As they have food, water and heat in there, it's not a surprise. Not much to do but eat, poop, and lay eggs.

I see by the plethora of comments that my readers have a kaleidoscope of opinions on the use of present tense in stories.

If it weren't for the snow day, I'd have finished the damned edit by now. Instead, I have spent over an hour patiently explaining why we practice speed drills. She has 2 tests tomorrow in school. 30 problems each with a 2 minute time limit. One will be addition to 10 and the other will be subtraction to 6. To give her credit, she is 100% correct with each practice. But in 3 minutes instead of 2. So we went at it. And at it. And at it again. Both of us are now cross-eyed and stressed out. She's chilling with 'Wonder Pets' (oh-my-god) and I'm blogging when I should be making meatballs. At 3 a babysitter arrives so I can go to the gym.

Frog out, out, out damned spot, will these hands never be clean?

I finally said if she passes subtraction 6 tomorrow I'll buy her Cinderella III.

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