The berkshires seemed dreamlike on account of that frosting

Dear Megan,

Happy Birthday (on Saturday)!! I hope you celebrated with lots of margaritas.



We had snow this weekend. 2-3 inches of beautiful snow . . . that stayed on the ground for about 12 hours! It was a brief frosting, that's for sure. Enough to force the cancellation of Ella's soccer game, though, so we'll have no pictures of her utter domination of the field this week (or for the next two weeks, unfortunately--Metro Nashville Public Schools are on spring break next week). Here's the view of the neighbors' yard:

Ella did have fun in the snow during her brief jaunt outside before we had to leave for a birthday party. Luke, on the other hand, freaked. He took off his gloves to touch the snow and did not like that one bit. Poor little guy. I was able to find some smaller gloves later for him to wear, but by that time there was no snow to speak of. Here's Ella, and Luke in happier times:

For a sweet, sweet recap of Saturday's snow festivities, see Mike Rustici's blog post from that day, here.

The birthday party that Ella went to was at Bounce U, one of those bounce houses where they fill a room with inflatable stuff and let the kids go to town. (Why didn't I think of this??) It was good times. I spent a good portion of the time talking schools with the other parents. It's so stressful! I don't know what I'm going to do. Luckily, Ella had a late birthday so I get to keep her where she is for an extra year. I'm getting all tensed up just thinking about it. But Ella had fun:

In sports news, despite Vanderbilt's loss to Alabama earlier in the day (they cannot win on the road!), Saturday saw the triumph of good over evil as UNC beat Duke in front of the crowd at Cameron. So sweet.

Finally, I will be staying out late on a weeknight tonight, going to a show at the Exit/In. The band in question is Black Mountain. Here's a description, courtesy of the Exit/In website:

When Black Mountain evoke glue-sniffing shredders of yesteryear such as Blue Cheer and Led Zeppelin, their technique falls nearer to Galaxie 500 and the Velvet Underground, who forsook showmanship and dug deep in search of music's fundamental soul.

I must admit that I never really placed Led Zeppelin in the category of "glue-sniffing shredders." My listening ear must not be as savvy as I have been assuming lo these many years. At any rate, the show should be interesting. The question of whether it will be worth staying up until 1 am remains to be answered.

UPDATE: That description was actually from the review on Pitchfork. I dislike Pitchfork, so I don't feel so bad about my lack of understanding of the "glue-sniffing" sound.

Soundtrack to this post: Live Wilco, courtesy NPR. You, too, can hear it. Just click here. They're playing "California Stars" right now. It's very pretty.

I hope all is well with you and that thirty-one (can it really be true?) is treating you well so far.

love, molly

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