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“We move in and out of darkness and light all our lives. Right now I’m pleased to be in the light.”

March 7, 2015

I was on my way home around 5 yesterday. The sun was low in the sky. Its light gave the trees an odd color, not quite sunset and not quite daylight, and in that light even the new snow looked lovely. The main roads are clear. The side roads still have layer of snow over a layer of ice. I liked the weatherman’s forecast this morning. It will get warmer. I checked. Tomorrow will be 36˚ and by Tuesday we’ll hit 39˚. That may not sound warm but last night was 14˚.

I was watching TV last night when I started to feel cold. I checked the thermostat, and the heat was down to 65˚ though it should have been 68˚. I turned up the thermostat but didn’t hear the blast of hot air. I could hear the furnace blowing but it didn’t seem to be blowing heat. I waited a bit then called for service. The repairman came quickly. Less than a half hour after his arrival, the heat was blasting on and off through the registers. I congratulated him, but he said it was only the furnace recycling. Finally the heat stayed on. It seemed that some lock-out device on the furnace had been triggered, but he had no idea how. He had just turned some switch and had done a bit cleaning. By then it was 62˚ in here, but it warmed up quickly. I was relieved at the easy fix.

The coffee this morning was delicious. The blend is called Africa Gold which is ironic as Ghana had only instant coffee which blunted my coffee taste buds for the two years I had to drink it. I have since become a coffee snob.

Turning the clocks ahead is the first real sign of spring. Tomorrow the daylight will last an hour and a minute longer. Every day we’re adding a minute to the light. Every day is longer than the day before.

“Springtime is the land awakening. The March winds are the morning yawn.”

March 3, 2015

Yesterday was day three of me getting out of the house. Gracie had her annual physical and all is well. Her heart sounded good and she has maintained her weight. Her nails were trimmed but she didn’t get nail polish. Just joking of course as boxers are not the nail polish type. Today and tomorrow I’ll be out yet again. This has become a trend. I think the sunshine of yesterday and today have helped invigorate me a bit.

Snow and sleet are coming tonight, only an inch or two, but 41˚is coming tomorrow for just one day. I can’t imagine 41˚. I have come to think of 37˚ as balmy. Last night was so cold everything froze again. It was a tentative walk this morning to get the papers and yesterday’s mail as my street is covered with a block of ice. Above freezing weather doesn’t help much because of the thickness of the ice. Only the surface melts leaving another layer to freeze at night. I have thrown de-icer on my brick walk and that has given me a safe route to the car.

This morning Fern was lying on the couch in the sunshine coming in from the front door. It wasn’t much, but Fern took full advantage. My cats crave the warmth of the sun, and I totally understand.

Flower catalogues are coming every day. I look through them just to marvel at the colors. I do have room in my front garden for more flowers as two bushes were moved last fall. I am excited about shopping for new plants. That feels like spring to me.

It was two nights ago I was cursing the falling snow, the long winter and the cold, the endless cold. I had reached the end of my endurance. Today the sun is bright and I am energized.

“I’ve learned that you can tell a lot about a person by the way (s)he handles these three things: a rainy day, lost luggage, and tangled Christmas tree lights.”

December 8, 2014

Today is so bitingly cold I didn’t even bother to go out to chase the red spawn off the deck away from the birdseed. I did watch from the window and thought of ways to discourage it now that I haven’t the hose. The potato gun is still in the top spot, and one of those blaster squirt guns has made the list. My poor birds can’t get at the feeder so I am determined to rid my yard of this vermin.

The weather is cold, dark, damp and ugly and will stay ugly all week as we’ll have rain for the next few days, and winter rain is seldom welcomed. Even running to the car means getting wet and being cold. The roads get icy. Stopping often means sliding. I sometimes slide right by my street as the icy corner is difficult to maneuver.

I hate scraping my windshield. Sometimes the ice is so thick it takes a monumental effort to clear. Two of the best reasons to retire are not having to scrape the windshield or leave in the dark for work.

I remember when we used to decorate the picture window with snowflakes, stars and snowmen. My mother usually bought the kit which had paper stencils and a spray can of fake snow. One of us would hold the stencil while the other sprayed. We’d take turns. It was a popular decoration when I was a kid, and most houses in my neighborhood had snowflakes on their windows.

My father always decorated the bushes in front of our house with strings of lights. The bulbs on those outside strings were huge and bright. We’d watch my dad from the windows and when he was finished, we’d all run outside to see the lights. My house at Christmas was always beautiful to me. Candles with orange bulbs were in the single windows and a five bulb holder was in the picture window. The bases of all those candles were white plastic, and my mother sometimes had to tape the bases to the windowsills so they wouldn’t fall. Every year we’d pull the old yellow tape off before using the new tape.

Darkness was the best time. We’d plug in the outside lights then run to the windows to turn on the bulbs. That was done by hand, turning each bulb until it lit. Christmas always brought light to the darkness.