Work is progressing in the remodel project downstairs. So far so good, of course we have yet to begin moving the water and electrical lines. There is one more month of relative calm (March), and then my life begins to get crazy. I hope we have the job buttoned up by then. I won’t take odds on it being completed by April, but I sure am hoping so.
The weather is almost scary. Daffodils are sending up their shoots in the warmth. People are wearing shorts. Bicycles are coming out of winter storage. On my walk, I found a bird egg on the sidewalk, newly fallen out of a tree. It’s only February! Now, I do believe you should enjoy the weather while you can, but I get nervous when the plants and animals know something I don’t know. Do we have an early spring coming?
The problem with working inside is that I keep looking outside and that is where I actually want to be putting in the effort. I have projects out there. Big projects. I know there is more snow and cold coming. I know it. “Patience,” I tell myself. Yea right! Patience is not working at all when it comes to the remodel, so I don’t know why I think I would have it anywhere else.
I took a short trip to visit a friend and get away from the house for the weekend. Greeted by the beautiful scenery, good food, and non-stop talking, I have put aside thoughts (and frustrations) about the house. The difficulty here is finding time to write, and as my best friend would tell me, that is definitely a first world problem.
A am watching a gorgeous Colorado sunset grace the sky. Life is such a puff of smoke in the winds of time. At what point do we lose perspective and begin to think we are significant?
and so it goes…