The family Shepard is back in the Twin Cities following a slow weekend in Watertown, SD. We brought fewer toys and projects with us this time, so the car felt less loaded, which was okay since we drove the Prius. Still, we didn’t manage to use most of the things we brought. For example, I never cracked open my laptop.
The roads on Friday evening were in better shape than I had feared, which was a pleasant relief. In fact, there was very little traffic, coming or going, from the Twin Cities, so we flew. I read aloud to the boys for a bit from The Fire Within, which showed promise.
While John took his evening nap, I drove and listened to disc one—remixes—of the Scion Daptone compilation, and to the Kitchen Sisters's audiobook Hidden Kitchens, narrated by Frances McDormand. Both were pretty awesome. I had some great ideas while listening to the Kitchen Sisters and look forward to exploring them further.
As I mentioned in an earlier post, there isn’t much to do in Watertown. The highlight of the weekend was taking a hike through the park next to my parents’ home. We saw robins, their fat red breasts providing pops of color throughout the naked tree branches. My naturalist father helped us identify tracks in the snow—robins, pheasants, and canine of some sort (dog, we hope).
Also, my mother and I filled plastic Easter eggs with candy and hid them for the boys, who then conducted their own hunt WITHOUT WAKING ANY ADULTS. This was so against the rules when I was a kid. I was a little stunned to see the boys’ baskets half empty by the time I rolled downstairs at, oh, 8 a.m. Simon said, "But Mom, I could see three eggs without even looking for them." Translated: if you can see it, hunt it.
After a gut-busting, albeit delicious, ham and potato midday meal on Sunday, we packed up and drove home. Apparently the snow continued to fall in St. Paul on Friday and Saturday and the temperature has remained low. The streets are still snow packed, the sidewalks are icy.
Even so, we’re glad to be home!
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