Sunday, April 9, 2017
Springtime, more or less
Every time I think spring is really here - finally - to stay for good, the weather gods laugh. They must be rolling in aisles up there. Oh, so you put away the winter pajamas? Tee-hee! You wore flip-flops to the grocery store? You're so cute. You want to use the screen in that new door? Here's some wind and snow!
That's early spring around here, though. It can be eighty degrees without a cloud in the sky one day and then you wake up the next morning to slushy rain. The furnace doesn't run for an entire week and next thing you know, it's on all day long. We've had another round of colds over the past week and I blame the weather. Nobody can figure out how to dress. And people do crazy things, assuming that one warm day is all it takes and now it's just spring forever. I saw some kids using a Slip 'N Slide a couple of weeks ago! It really wasn't warm enough that day and I'm not just being a curmudgeon. My own two watched longingly and made noises about wanting to join them or get their own, but I shut it down fast: we don't know those kids, and we don't have a slope in our yard. I didn't say Only dummies use a Slip 'N Slide in this kind of weather. But I was thinking it.
In spite of the meteorological roller-coaster, all the plants are blooming nicely. We have a few iris buds here and there; I think there will be flowers sometime next week. The apple tree bloomed rather pitifully this year. We won't have many apples but the flowers looked nice while they lasted. The birdbath and hummingbird feeders are out again. After severely pruning the vines over the courtyard last fall, we've had a lot more wisteria in bloom this spring than I can ever remember before. Maybe it was being choked by the trumpet vine it's intertwined with up there. There's nothing like blooming wisteria directly outside your front door. I want to walk out the door a hundred times a day just to have it hit me as I step onto the mat. As it is, I find a lot of unnecessary excuses to go out that way. I could get the mail and the UPS packages in one trip, but I treat myself to two - wisteria is worth it. I will never stop feeling grateful to the couple who owned this house before we did. They were very talented gardeners and we're still reaping the rewards eight years on.
Our evening garage-biking program continues. We did this all winter and now we're getting close to the time of year when we can open the garage door while we ride. We're going to look ridiculous, but we're exercising and that's a good thing. I do feel healthier. I'm less tired during the day, for one thing. I've never been an enthusiastic exerciser but I've always loved that feeling when you're finished. If I could make myself feel that way before I started, that would be awesome. Then I'd never want to stop. Instead, I try to relish the great feeling after I've taken a shower and am sitting down with a book or watching TV. That's a great feeling. It sounds really lazy, and to be fair, I am pretty lazy. You know what I mean, though. I love that "being done" feeling.
We're getting ready for Easter. I wish we had a bit more time off for the holiday but we're in full-steam mode now, finishing up the school year. I think we have about six weeks left. I've got the Easter menu planned and will finish shopping this week. It will be weird holiday weekend because the Bear is having his knee surgery, finally, on Friday morning. There's no school, and I don't have childcare help, so the small Bears will be at the hospital with me. I plan to pack a lot of activities and snacks. We'll take a walk around the building. It's outpatient surgery and isn't supposed to take all that long, so we'll make the best of it. The LB had his surgery in the same hospital two years ago and he knows all about the Subway in the lobby, so maybe I'll spring for lunch. You can keep kids quiet for a while with a Footlong. Everything is ready for the surgery; we borrowed a set of crutches, we bought a new ice pack and we added a lot of new things to our Netflix streaming queue. Wish us luck.
I'll be back soon to tell you all about the latest incarnation of my Never-Ending Blanket Project. I know I've waxed poetic about approximately 15 different ideas over the last year, but hear me out. I've cried wolf an awful lot, but I finally feel like I'm doing the right thing.