I notice that neither of us has adjusted to the dreaded DST yet. The last couple nights supper has been very late (7:30-8 o'clock--it stays light too long all of a sudden) and I was making my ginger syrup at 9:30. Just leave the time alone. Please. (I know, I know, deaf ears, etc. plus somebody must like it or they wouldn't keep doing it.)
March 20--Auguste Renoir, Madame Georges Charpentier and Her Children. "Don't sit on the dog, Georgie. Mama said don't sit on the dog." Paulette was bossy. She spent most of her days telling George what not to do even though they had a perfectly good nanny. Nanny Maureen was the best nanny they'd ever had and she never let them forget it. Paulette was happy to remind George if he ever forgot. Sometimes George felt like he lived at the bottom of a pile of girls. Mama told him what to do. Nanny Maureen told him what to do. Paulette told him what to do. He was certain if Scamp the dog could talk she would tell him what to do too. He wished Papa was home more so that they could do man things like take walks and shoot. Maybe he'd even get to wear pants.
I'm wearing a wool shawl over my hoodie right now and I'm telling you that I might take it off when I shower but I'm putting it right back on to wear to work, and I'm wearing longies too. It's too damned cold and windy to be wearing just plain clothes. Brrr.