This morning the sky looked like spring. The air doesn't feel like spring (it's about +10) and the ground sure doesn't look like spring (it's buried under about 2' of snow; I assume it's still down there under all that) but the sky looked like spring. Thank. God.
Yesterday was a pretty good day; I got my Idiots of March parts glued and strung while I waited for the oxygen guy to deliver fresh tanks, cashed my paycheck (yay!), stripped the bed, dropped off scuba tanks for service, got a squirrel baffle to attach to the peanut wreath in hopes that it'll keep the *&^%$ tree rats off the nuts (it's red, metal, and it was only five bucks, score!), picked up Durwood's Rx, got my nails done (at my original place--the experience and atmosphere was greatly improved (whew)--after stopping at or driving by two places that do nails but not really because "the nail person's off today and we only do gel, not acrylic"), got my bones rearranged at the chiro, and went to yoga (ahhh).
In the same strip mall as the second of the disappointing nail salons I noticed a sewing machine store I didn't know was there. So I went in. They have a little fabric, thread, and quilt-type patterns, plus a whole raft of sewing and quilting machines with accessories galore. I managed to leave there for just under $40 but I got a "stitch in the ditch" foot for my sewing machine that will make it easier to quilt the Blocks of Chaos quilt and some of the right needles and thread. Now I can stop being afraid to tackle that little challenge. Plus on the second Friday of the month they have a sewing day from 10 AM to 10 PM (if you can stand to sew that long, but you don't have to stay the whole time, silly); you bring your machine and project, set up there, and sew with like-minded people and with others there to help and advise. Sounds like fun, I might have to check it out one of these Fridays.
After supper I cut up fruit for salad and look at the strawberries. These weren't the only mutants in the boxes but they were the biggest. Freaky, huh? That's when I remembered that I had laundry in the dryer and washer so I went down, folded the clean sheets, threw the wet stuff in the dryer to fend for itself overnight, carried up other sheets, then I remade the bed. (I sure do cram a lot into my Tuesdays, don't I?)
March 5--Sir Henry Raeburn, William Fraser of Reelig. The young boy looked like a startled fawn caught in the open. It was obvious that he hadn't expected Rebecca to be there on the path. She said, "good morning" and stood very still so as not to scare him away. "I'm Mrs. Farley, Rebecca Farley, my husband is the new teacher. Do you go to school?" She kept her voice low and even, and smiled at him but not too big.
And that's when the idea stopped dead in its tracks. Oh well, I was tired and wanted to turn out the light about then anyway. I'm off to work and then I get to spend the evening with LC because this is the last band practice before the concert on Sunday. I hear Nana's got baby wrangling duty for the concert. Hasta la vista, babies.