More Rime

I woke up yesterday morning before the sun, as always, and as I was putting my very curly hair into a bun, I thought, "Huh, my hair seems poofier than normal."

That would be because we were in the middle of a frozen cloud. Again. 

I got great amusement out of the fact that my hair is a barometer for humidity.

That cloud stayed around almost all day, unusually, which meant a rather gloomy day. Good thing I have so many candles to burn in the living room now!

See how the top half-inch of that candle is lighter than the majority? I did that on accident when I melted purple wax but didn't have quite enough to fill the molds, so I put some more white candles stubs in with the remaining purple wax to melt and then poured that on top of the wax already in the molds. By the time I got the lighter wax in there, the darker wax had solidified enough to make layers.

I don't know that I care enough to do it on purpose, but it was kind of neat. 

I go to bed as soon as I read books/pray/etc. with the kids at 8 p.m. They stay up to read until 8:30. This means that I go to sleep before my children. The other morning, I woke up to find that they had apparently been throwing the furniture around while I was in bed.

Come on, now.

That folding table is right next to the spot where the one boy typically reads with his feet up. I guess he just knocked it over, and all the books on top of it, on accident with his foot. Which, okay, but the question of why he didn't pick it up was the obvious one, and the one I put to him when he got up in the morning.

No satisfying answer was forthcoming, but he did pick it all up in the morning.

Incidentally, here's the backstory to that cheap wooden folding table. In 2002, I moved to New York with A. I left my job at the Arizona State Senate when I moved, and my co-workers there gave me a gift card to Bed, Bath, and Beyond as a going-away gift. I used that gift card to buy that table, which was our telephone table and one of the very few pieces of furniture in our first apartment for a long time. 

That makes that table 24 years old. It's lasted longer than the actual store it came from, because I think Bed, Bath, and Beyond closed all its stores a few years ago.

There you have it! My life, snapshotted.