(re-run)
There’s a blizzard going on in Tahoe right now, a late winter dump of snow. We had rain for three days, thunder and lightning in the middle of the night. Daisy Dog hid under the bed.
Looking outside the window, I see gray skies and leafless trees, except for the pines. One ornamental plum is beginning to bloom. The ground is muddy, and two of the three dogs continue to poop on the patio. It actually makes it easier to find, hopefully not by stepping in it.
Live music starts at my favorite winery next week. Will the weather cooperate? Since the pandemic, the dance floor has been outside. I can’t go to that gig since my friend’s husband is turning 75, and there’s a big bash planned for him, same time, afternoon. But the following week is a favorite band, and I can’t wait to dance again.
Speaking of the pandemic, it was four years ago that the first news alerts were speaking of the virus in China that was killing people. We were told to social distance. What was that? And to wear masks and to stay home. Everyone ran out for toilet paper.
I’ve been cleaning today, searching for my stash of fascinator hats for the alto photo at chorus Tuesday night. So far, no luck, but I did find the Christmas tub with the missing stockings and was able to put away many items from the growing pile by the garage door to the house.
I asked my adult child who lives with me to put their sister’s tubs in my car to be transported to the beach house garage. Now that I have a grandson, I have baby toys and toddler toys to store in the garage, not my living room. I know, it’s several weeks after Christmas. Let’s just say that I had many distractions these past two months, like income taxes, and a visiting adult child here for a wedding, the White Elephant Sale (over now), books to read and places to be, two memorial services — in other words, life.
The best way to clean is to rearrange the furniture. Now that I know that my second adult child isn’t moving home anytime soon (her dad saved the day with rent money), I can replace the pile of child toys with something else. The space in front of the piano is pretty worthless. What was once the center of the dining room is now a dead space between the new kitchen and the family/living area, a place for dance lessons or a narrow table.
We’ll get one fewer hour next Sunday since we spring forward one hour in the spring. Then we convince ourselves that everything is an hour later as we adjust to darker mornings and lighter evenings.
At any rate, Spring is coming, and I can’t wait. Dark dreary winter days will soon be behind us.
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