Spring is here for at least today, which is nice because it is warm and it makes me to think about plants and gardens, but it doesn't help me think about organizing closets, which is my winter job. I am surrounded by pink paper butterflies that we are making as Valentines cards for all the girls in Clover's class, plus all female teachers too. Just as I thought we were finished with the tracing and cutting, Clover asked why we weren't making one for the director of the school too, which means one more to trace and cut. This weekend we will make the male Valentines, which means even more tracing and cutting. I love Clover's hippie school, I love that all the kids - I'd guess most anyway - are making their cards by hand, but having to make 40 cards (this includes all the specialty teachers too) is a lot of work and a lot of paper.
Having a fresh haircut makes me feel happy today too. It isn't logical, but having long winter hair when it seems like spring would make me feel tired or blah. My hair is now in an a-line bob at least three inches shorter than my former hair length. At home after my cut, when I felt shiny and hip, Clover told me that I looked weird and then followed that up with a stronger "totally weird" as she crinkled her nose. She tried to throw in a complement by saying she loved my hair color because I have brown AND white. I begged her to please stop talking, then I slammed my head on the table until I lost consciousness.