Tuesday, February 27, 2007

Yep, I jinxed it

I bought a couple of seed packets the other day, and the sky retaliated. The clouds spat upon me with frozen rain. And it remains cold and windy and dreary. Even the cardinals have stopped their chirping. The next 5 days' forecasts look the same. In like a lion, alright.

My fingers are cold. But I refuse to turn up the heat. If I went and washed the dishes, they'd be plenty warm. But where's the fun in that?

Monday, February 26, 2007

The meme: (With thanks to Elise )

1. grab the nearest book.
2. open the book to page 23.
3. find the fifth sentence.
4. post the text of the next three sentences on your blog along with these instructions.
5. don't you dare dig for that "cool" or "intellectual" book in your closet! i know you were thinking about it! just pick up whatever is closest.

"At the intermediate level of homebrewing, there are a lot of different procedures for the progressing homebrewer to try, each with its own degree of difficulty."

from Homebrewing for Dummies. It's actually my husband's book, but the meme was very specific that I grab the closest book.

The next closest one is Better Homes and Gardens Stitchery and Crafts, from 1970, In which page 23 is about crocheting embellishments onto a pillow. Oh, how I do love avocado green and orange together...

Wednesday, February 21, 2007

I hear birds chirping!

There is still a lot of snow on the ground, although it is now surrounded by slush and puddles. It will be over 40 degrees again today. By this evening, I expect to see grass poking through the snow in my yard. The sun is shining. But the best part? I can hear birds singing in the tree outside my family room window. If I hadn't crawled out of bed early while the kids slept, I would have missed it. You miss a lot of things when there are awake children in a house. The tend to fill up the senses.

But they were still slumbering, and I got to hear birds. Spring really will get here eventually, won't it? Maybe I'll order some vegetable seeds today. I've been holding off, for fear that I'd jinx it and we'd be under a blanket of snow until June. (superstitious megalomania, anyone?) And I'll walk to work this afternoon. No, it might be too slushy for that. And the sidewalks remain buried.

Baby steps, Robin, baby steps.