Did you change your clock? I never minded the change in the past, but now I’m beginning to join the ranks of dissenters. What a pain?
Warmth! Sunshine! Falling icicles! The song birds are back – and they’re singing! A big fat robin was just bathing in the birdbath, then he flew to the fence for preening. Joggers are wearing shorts again. All the harbingers of spring are here. No matter the age, spring is exciting. I guess that is why I like seasons. As the colors come out, so does my fervor. I cannot wait to start gardening. Right now there is a two foot high snow bank covering the area I plan to turn into a flower garden this year, but eventually…
I hosted a big ping-pong tournament at my house. It was really a ‘welcome spring – kick winter out the door’ kind of party. Lots of friends and lots of lively conversation, as well as laughter, made a fun evening.
My thoughts have been on my dad lately. Most probably because I am reviewing-editing the part of my novel where I tell some of his stories as an investigator and a rock hound. Hard to believe he’s been gone seven years this month.
Tragedy struck my best friend. I am helpless. I want to help, but I am left without words. I am left without a shred of anything making sense. I know what happened but it does not make sense. I feel frozen inside, and I do not know what to do to help. I can’t help. Nothing will help. I am so so sorry.