Spring Break!

I couldn't be happier it's spring break week.  I have been so behind on things around here.  The van which I practically live in was cleaned yesterday and is getting oil changed today.  I went to the dentist, had my hair done, bought a new chair (more on the chair to come), and even began packing stuff around the house.  We have moving in a couple of weeks to Peru.  I am excited about the move, but I know NOTHING about the area.  I have a lot of researching to do for doctors and day cares.  I also need to get my daughter into kindergarten, and I have no clue where the elementary school is.  I wanted to wait to move until summer began, but my husband's vacation time seems like a good idea.  He is only home every other weekend since he is an OTR truck driver.  So, I plan to take full advantage of having him home for 9 days!

Now, back to the chair. As my daughter would say, "LOVE IT!"  It's a lounge chair, but the back of it can recline back.  Overstuffed and comfy.  The perfect reading chair.  I'm looking forward to curling up on it real soon.  I'm not picking it up though until we move.  I guess I'll be reading The Great Gatsby on our black leather recliner which has a hole in it from the dog that my 3 year old likes to hide fruit snacks in for later.  The chair also causes rear end discomfort after sitting in it for 10 minutes.  Oh, wow, I'm so glad I got a new chair!

I really don't have a Frost poem to tie into my day.  We did talk about the poem he recited during our pronto discussion, so I decided to post it.

The Gift Outright

The land was ours before we were the land's.
She was our land more than a hundred years
Before we were her people.  She was ours
In Massachusetts, in Virginia,
But we were England's, still colonials,
Possessing what we still were unpossessed by,
Possessed by what we now no more possessed.
Something we were withholding made us weak
Until we found out that it was ourselves
We were withholding from our land of living,
And forthwith found salvation in surrender.
Such as we were we gave ourselves outright
(The deed of gift was many deeds of war)
To the land vaguely realizing westward,
But still unstoried, artless, unenhanced,
Such as she was, such as she would become.