Dry. Dry. Dry. I am beginning to think of water restrictions. We have not gotten enough winter moisture this season. There isn’t enough snow pack in the mountains. As much as the people currently digging out from their latest foot of snow hate getting too much snow, dry forests will be as big a pain come fire season from too little snow. Our weather seems to be mimicking our politics. Ugh.
I had two contradictory events in one day. One I hate – going to the dentist, and to add insult to injury – paying to go to the dentist, and one I love – tennis. So, regardless, I can’t claim that it was an awful day. That’s probably a good thing. I’m trying not to be a ‘whiner.’
I’m constantly challenged by my 3rd grade granddaughter’s math homework. She is learning, among other things, her multiplication facts. I distinctly remember memorizing those in the 5th grade. Times have changed, I know. Her understanding of fractions is impressive too. By her fifth grade, I’m not sure I’ll be able to help at all. In two conversations we had within the space of 24 hours, she correctly used the words ‘merge’ and ‘improvise.’ I don’t stand a chance.
Some of the outdoor furniture is headed to the patio. The bikes are getting positioned at the far end of the garage, closest to the door. Maybe this will cause some more snowfall, but that’s ok. We need the moisture. These warm days are just too hard to resist. I love hiking, but you have to drive somewhere first. My bike, however, is ready and waiting for me to climb aboard and take off.
If at all possible, the last of the ornamental grass is getting cut down this weekend. That all depends on the wind. Lately it has been horrific, keeping me awake at night wondering if the roof is going to stay on. So far so good.