Quotidian: daily, usual or customary;
everyday; ordinary; commonplace
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Snack: freshly-picked, underripe pomegranate.
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A supper delivery, from the pastor and his wife: mapen (breadfruit) and fish stew, so good.
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From Olga’s daughter: the best tres leche cake I have ever eaten.
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Playing hostess: our first real sit-down meal with Puerto Rican company.
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Coffee and scones: with the Puerto Rican project engineer.
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And with the state-side engineer.
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Office work pile-up.
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IKEA.
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My younger daughter woke up with one of these nasty critters crawling on her head.
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A stray cuddle.
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Leryann’s Mother’s Day gift to me: her out-of-home business has quite the reputation.
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Me and mine: El Dia de la Madre.
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Birthday party brunch for a newly-minted ten-year-old.
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Complete with an art class for everyone (such a good idea!).
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I ruined our one shot at Polaroid fame.
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An ordinary Saturday afternoon.
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Touching base, constantly.
(Also, I have an office!)
(And look at me wearing jeans — I’m acclimating!)
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From my (!!) instagram (puertoricomurches) post:
“My front porch feels like we’re in the Caribbean. Oh wait — WE ARE.”
This same time, years previous: the quotidian (5.22.17), chocolate peanut butter sandwich cookies, campfire cooking, after one year: Costco reflections, the quotidian (5.19.14), the quotidian (5.20.13), the quotidian (5.21.12), baked brown rice, the boring blues.
3 Comments
Laurie Longenecker
Wearing jeans in hot, humid weather–at first I thought I could never do that and then I found out that I could. Yes…acclimation.
Jennifer Jo
It's a mindset, I think, and an acceptance of the fact that feeling cool just isn't going to happen, no matter what.
Suburban Correspondent
What a beautiful Mother's Day photo!