Jeez, that wind is cold today. I wore a hoodie, a fleece-lined vest, hat, gloves and fingerless mitts to walk with Porter, Skully & Maggie this morning and I was still cold. I got the lawnmower out of the shed and exchanged it for the snowblower and nearly froze my hoohoos off doing it. And that better not attract a snowstorm either. Porter just about turned herself inside out to try and get the halti collar off but I didn't let her. She doesn't pull my arm out of the socket and my back out of whack if I make her wear it. I give her special, only when she's wearing it, treats so it's not like I'm being mean to her or anything. Today, well, tonight I move across town and spend the next, um. let's see... 6 nights over there because DS & DIL1 are driving away to catch an airplane that will take them to Germany and Belgium for just over a week. Oh, I hope they have fun. I'm sure they will, they've planned their itinerary to drive in a rental car from tiny brewery to tiny brewery, staying in B&Bs along the way. They're very excited. They need a break, they've been going full speed since they bought their house last April, their jobs are demanding, and DS hasn't been to Europe. I can't wait to hear the stories they'll have to tell. This new Blogger has me off balance. It looks different, and it's a pain in the rump to arrange photos in it, and I can't find things. Why do they always have to screw around with things that work? Just leave it alone, people. Some of us are change-resistant and not so techie. Red grapes are on sale here. I bought some on Sunday and rinsed them today. I could eat them all. Every one of them. If I wasn't sure that it'd give me the runs. Better slack off.
April 9--Claude Monet, View of Vetheuil.
flower to flower
mumbling to themselves
Gray spring days
rain to fill ditches
Flames of spring
fires burn winter
That's it for me. I've got a touch of the gray sickness today so I really want to spend the rest of the day on the couch, but I'll be finishing my to-do list and then packing to move to Porter's house later. Well, maybe a little nap.