In the last month Huck discovered Adele, grew six pimples overnight, enjoyed more than a week off from school (ten days if you count both sets of weekends), won a chess tournament, became pretty fluent in piano, dissected a frog and gave up arguing for Lent (though I’ve seen no sign of this). We had Prison Stories VI and a sweet visit from our niece Lauren and her beau John, which made me wonder when she became old enough to drive, attend college and date. We lost our heat for a week (thank heavens for my lifesaving adult footsie pajamas) and discovered a leak in the roof, both rehearsals for the home ownership show. Troy got strep for the first time since his tonsillectomy ten years ago, doing his part to make sure that at least one Schremmer is sick over February’s holiday weekend. We waited for a snow day and got spring instead, danced with coworkers at a fundraiser gala, made each other valentines and grew ever closer to owning our yellow house on Anne, adding to our list of Fayetteville streets named for girls. And finally, I began the slow process of memorizing lines for a show that will open on the same day we plan to close on our house, which is April first.

I think it’s considered good luck when doors open and close on April Fool’s Day.