went ice-skating and magic-carpet dragging in our socks on the wooden floor today, after convincing the kids that they were "allowed" to vacuum and sweep the floor under the rug first.

in the pre-school 1st-grade parents meeting, the teacher pointed out they were lucky to have an even split of exactly 9 boys and 9 girls attending next year, and one of the parents asked "how many kids will be in the class this year?"

Fell asleep on the grass in the sun at the playground, while Felix played in the sandbox, only to wake up and find Felix asleep on the grass next to me. <3

A late-night run with my special dear, just in under the wire to count for today, was delineated at half-time by the ringing of midnight church bells.

Sundays in Graz are extra quiet - no gas powered motors (except cars) allowed and nearly all stores are closed.

"If you don't tell me about yourself, I only know about you what I can tell from looking at you," said the stranger to me, ("And what can you tell me from looking at me?") followed by, "Three things: that you're here (mmhmm), that you like art (yes, we're in an art gallery) and that you're pregnant. (umm, no)" Ouch.

my favorite moment at the opening of the styriarte festival, was the singer/viola da gamba player in sunglasses doing scarborough faire while a beautifully dressed woman mimed/performed/translated into sign language.

i don't want to at all, but somehow i have to fit a daily run into today, or i can't have wine all weekend - the rule being that i only drink wine on any given day if i have run for the last 3 days straight.

Bike wheel got stuck in a streetcar track and made me fall (lucky! i only broke a shoe) but I still got to the opera (Carmen, gorgeously set in a museum) on time to buy €3.50 standing room tickets, from which you can't read the supertitles, but who cares, since I know it by heart anyways.

A butterfly "made perfect" by a pin through it is staring at me from its place on my shelf and makes me question if, perhaps, it was the ephemeral quality that made the butterfly perfect in the first place.

when you show up to yoga un-showered with paint still on your arms, be aware that there is a possibility that you may not be going to a concert or the theater directly thereafter (glad that Manuela came and hung out with a wine and cheese evening at home instead).

I painted 70 nails today - 10 on my toes, and 60 on hands and feet of all three of my boys.

The answer to "why would Brian buy Irma whiskey?" is clearly because on a twelfth anniversary, one requires twelve year old scotch, or, in Brian's words "because 12, 16, and 20 are the whiskey years." <3