Scramble

2008 is a year I will either remember as rushed, or it will have flown by so quickly that I won't remember squat. We're in the thick of a crazy season right now. Spring Break from March 15-23. Palm Sunday on the 16th, and St. Patrick's Day on the 17th. Today is Good Friday. Easter and Evan's thirteenth birthday coincide on Sunday. Don and I mark our fourteenth anniversary next Wednesday. All of that plus visits with Grandparents, the exciting news of our niece or nephew who is due on Erin's eight birthday, and the actualities of daily living.
Our house seems to be in on the overkill plan. It has needed plumbing, roofing, extermination (Acrobat Ants only sound cute. Yuck.), painting, weeding, fertilizing, and is now coming up on regrouting, flooring, and glass replacement. The excitement just never ends around here. (Our house is coming up on 20 years old, and it entered into a suicide pact about 7 years ago with Chris and Sylvia's house in a nearby suburb. If one of us needs a a garage door opener, the other one does, too. If the oven goes blooey at her house, I had best start shopping for one, too. It allowed us to form a support system to deal with the sticker-shock associated with home repair and improvement costs.) Eventually, it seems like we will have to reach the point where we have replaced everything in this house. That will likely be the point where whatever went blooey first goes kaput again.
Adding to the feel of time somehow flying, I am zipping through scrapbooks. Having reached the photos and memorabilia from Erin's birth, I am now trying to work on the family album and her baby book simultaneously. Erin found the photos showing a rapt Katie smiling at her a bit confusing. She is used to the more hormonal current version of Big Sister 10.0. The original has a simpler interface.