what it will do; eventually spring will really be here. Let's hope there really is a spring and not instant summer. So many years we seem to go from winter to hot and heavy summer.
This morning there's no threat of summer; it was spitting rain and snow as I drove downtown. I knew when the dogs came in from their morning run with cold ears that it would not be balmy today. But that's OK; I dread the approach of hot weather. I always wish for winter to dwindle slowly and spring to gradually move across the land, a measured awakening that allows us to adjust peacefully to change.
Clearly I don't get my wish much. Cold or hot, I'll manage. Of course, as I age I have reduced tolerance for cold weather that I once relished and I can enjoy a warm, sunny day nicely. I am glad for the dampness because it's much better than dry, hot weather. We may have a lovely spring because we've had so much moisture.
There will be little evidence of spring at my place; the iris rhyzomes I retained after I dug up, split and shared many with friends never got re-planted. If I plant them now there'll be no blooms until next year, yet I may get them planted. It will be necessary soon to mow the grass; that grows with little moisture and warmth. While I appreciate the instant gratification of mowed grass, pushing the mower around the yard is physically challenging even though it's good exercise. I don't mind the mowing so much, though, just the trim work. It's the finishing touches that wear me out.
I'll probably hire someone for the first mowing and get them to do thorough trim work; then I can push the mower around for subsequent mows. Intersperse their work with mine through the summer and the yard'll look OK.
The real work that awaits me is that damn basement. It looks like a war zone and should be declared a disaster area. Rosey and I discussed this briefly over my birthday dinner last night; she and I seem to agree on what should be done. AND in lieu of a garage sale, we'll list some things for sale on line. The items worth selling should work that way; the rest can be carried some place and donated. The monetary value to us may be as good as actually trying to sell it for nickles and quarters and dealing with the cost and work of a sale. Yes; that's quite appealing and certainly a better choice.
The birthday dinner had waited until I had my permanent teeth in; I love that dentist. My bridge is strong and solid and I thoroughly enjoyed salad and cheese and crackers and then baked sweet potato and prime rib. We seem to get to Ye Olde Steak House every couple of years, and it's always wonderful. I have prime rib waiting for me at home with most of that potato. By taking food home, I was able to really enjoy a scrumptious piece of warm coconut cake.
In addition to prime rib, I have pork chops left over from the other birthday dinner with dear J at the Old Mill in Pigeon Forge. My, they make good food and I took away three pork chops, a potato and some green beans, after filling my belly with corn chowder, corn fritters and a plate of salad, AND apple cobbler. Always save room for dessert.
Dear K called Saturday and we lunched at Sitar on their delish Indian buffet. So many tasty things, many of which I could not describe or name. Everyone should try it. I think rice, beans, potatoes and herbs have not tasted better anywhere. And sweet A treated me to breakfast at IHOP; they have really delicious whole grain pancakes and I ate until I was engorged. The visit with A and K was better than the food.
My birthday week was wonderful, so many kind thoughts, remembrances, good food and good company and extravagantly generous gift from my kids. Picking up my computer today and really looking forward to this new adventure. I wish all as wonderful a week as I've had.
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