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“Poor, dear, silly Spring, preparing her annual surprise! “

March 8, 2015

When I went to get the papers, I could hear a bird singing. Its song was so beautiful I stood outside in the cold to listen. All of a sudden it was a spring morning when every bird greets the first light of day and the air is filled with music. This one bird is the beginning of that chorus. Though it was perched on a branch covered in snow, it still found reason to sing. The bird had found its own spring. Now I’m looking for mine.

Warmer weather is on the way. I used to think warmer was the 40’s this time of year. Now I’m happy with above freezing. Yesterday, a sunny day, I could hear the snow slide off the roof and fall to the deck. The thick icicle on my outside front lamp has melted and only a few icicles are left hanging off the edge of the house. Maybe, just maybe, we’re starting to turn the corner from one season to another.

Gracie and I are doing some errands today. She gets her dump run, her stop for dog food, and I get my stop for human food. Tonight is our Amazing Race night. We DVR it on Fridays and do our traditional Sundays starting with games and appetizers and ending with the Race and dessert. I’m the designated appetizer server. We’re having one with apples, walnuts, honey and cheese; another, a hot appetizer, with cherry tomatoes, bacon, mozzarella and goat cheese and, if I have the time and energy, a third with feta, tomatoes and scallions. They all sound so delicious on paper I hope they translate well to real life.

This is a quiet week for me. Last week was totally busy with something every day except the storm day. This week I am booked for a couple of hours of PT and lunch with a friend. That’s it for the whole week so I am adding a bit of excitement by trying a new spot for lunch. I also need to buy a new toilet seat. My cup runneth over with delight.

“If you can spend a perfectly useless afternoon in a perfectly useless manner, you have learned how to live.”

November 22, 2014

It might as well be spring. Okay, a slight exaggeration here but today will be 47˚ and Monday may hit 60˚.  Right now it is sunny and a strong wind is whipping the trunks and leaves of the pine trees in the backyard. I had a really late start this morning as it was a mirror test morning. I didn’t even go upstairs to bed until three and slept fitfully. When I woke up, Fern and Gracie were deep asleep, each on one side of me. They seemed to have slept well.

My delay was further complicated when my computer went wanky, and I could only open Safari with that looping message about a security issue and could go no further. Luckily my iPad was handy, and I found the fix, a simple one.

Staying inside in the winter when I was a kid was usually make your own fun. The TV didn’t have programming until the early evening and then when I was a bit older the late afternoon so sitting and watching was not even a choice. One of our favorite ways to while away the time was playing board games. We’d set the game up on the living room rug and sit around it to play. Sorry was our favorite. Vengeance made the game more exciting, and we yapped back and forth after sending our opponent’s man back to start. That yapping would now be called trash talk. Often the game ended because one of us would get mad and start yelling then the other one would yell back so my mother would yell from the kitchen and tell us to put the game away. That was another argument. Who was going to put the game away?

Boy and girl roles were quite definite when I was a little. Coloring was for girls. I remember afternoons spent sitting at the kitchen table with all my crayons arrayed in front of me so I could choose the exact color to fill in the drawing. The crayons were all sizes, some whole, some mere stubs. The paper had been torn off each crayon as it got smaller so we never remembered the name of the color. We all wanted to color like my mother who shaded the colors like an artist might.

Spending the afternoon reading was always a joy for me. I was a library devotee. I’d take out as many books as I was allowed. I think it was three or four. Quiet spots were hard to come by in my house, but I’d manage. Getting lost in a book was about my favorite thing.

Today I am going nowhere. I think I might not even get dressed. On my table are some catalogues and a book. I’ll do Christmas shopping while watching some Christmas movie then I’ll get comfy and read. I’m thinking that sounds like the best way to spend an afternoon.

“So true. You have to have the right shoes for the occasion.”

March 28, 2014

The snow has been disappearing and the grass and flowers reappearing. Dark clouds have taken over what had been a blue sky. We even had sun for a bit. It’s a little warmer than yesterday and will be even warmer, but rainy, tomorrow. Gracie and I are going out later to do a couple of errands. Right now, though, she’s sleeping, taking her usual morning nap on the couch.

When I was a kid, Duke, our boxer, wasn’t allowed on beds or the couch, but most mornings as we were walking down the stairs, we could hear him getting off the couch. Duke was into creature comforts and was a smart dog who knew how to get around the couch restriction. We never caught him on it. We were too loud coming down the stairs, and he was too quick.

My dogs have always slept on my bed at night and on the couch whenever. At night Gracie makes herself quite comfortable. She lies across the bottom of the bed, falls deeply asleep then starts snoring far too loudly. I push her with my foot and the snoring stops for a couple of minutes but then she starts snoring again so I push her again. She sometimes gets a bit annoyed so she moves up the bed, circles several times then lies down right beside me. She usually pushes the other pillow off the bed to give herself more room. I don’t love her beside me, but she doesn’t snore when she’s there so I put up with it and get as comfortable as I can despite the bed hog.

I used to love saddle shoes, and I still have a pair I bought about twenty or twenty-five years ago from a hole in the wall tiny shoe store filled with boxes up to the ceiling and piled on the floor. The owner was a whiz at finding anything. He was an old guy and the only one who ever worked there. I loved his store. It was like a trip back in time. He sat on a little stool in front of me, used his shoe horn to slide my feet into the shoes, checked to see how far up my toes were and then had me walk around his store. I bought a few pairs of shoes there, some I probably didn’t need, like the saddle shoes, but the little man was hard to resist. I think I’ve worn those saddle shoes twice in all these years, but they were well-worth the price just for the experience of shopping in that little store with all the boxes.