It doesn’t take much of a change in weather to make us happy campers. Yesterday and today it was still coat weather, but hardy souls could have made due with a jacket rather than a long coat and woollies.
We had so much sun this weekend that most of our snow cover has melted off. We know better than to be running out on the lawn and tossing a few footballs, because the lawn is not completely defrosted, and we have a lot of mud waiting to trip up anyone who’s not wary. It will be a couple of weeks until we can safely walk out there because we have more rain on the way.
Today, as we left the house, I saw two hyacinth bulbs pushing up through the dirt in the sidewalk garden. And, there’s a line of daffodils marching across the front of the house that is about three inches out of the ground. Soon we should see crocus blooms!
I had this terrible urge to go out and clean up the gardens. I ignored it, and worked on a quilt top, instead. I want to get the Halloween quilt finished and sent off to be quilted. There will be time to play in the gardens soon! *G*

We had the most interesting day yesterday. My youngest sister was visiting and she joined us for a Red Hat Lady’s luncheon. They welcomed her warmly and asked where she lived and worked, and then the conversation was off and running. We had lunch at “The Claddagh” as a tip of the hat to St. Paddy’s Day. I had a great corned beef and coleslaw variation on a Reuben. While we were out, we visited Trader Joe’s and Crate and Barrel. Nan egged me on to make a major dish purchase, while she walked out of the store empty-handed!
We made it home a little after 3:00 and then Dear Husband and I drove into Chicago to hear the Chicago Symphony Orchestra. I’d given DH tickets for Christmas to hear Sir Alfred Brendel perform Mozart. It was the first time we’d been there since they have remodeled the facility. It’s a beautiful bon-bon in cream, taupe, silver and gold. It just shimmers, and has great sight and sound lines.
We heard Haydn’s Symphony No. 93 in D Major, Mozart’s Piano Concerto No. 17 in G Major, K.453, and Beethoven’s Symphony No. 5 in C Minor, Op. 67. We arrived more than 30 minutes early, and had main-floor seats on the aisle. Rather than get up and down ten times, we spent part of the time standing until the aisle filled. The staff is energetic in getting everyone seated so that the performance can begin on time. We were interested to see the layout change for each performance.
Roberto Abbado was conducting, and he chose to have the basses and first violins to his left, the second violins and violas to his right and the cellos in the center, second row. The woodwinds were behind the cellos and the brass were off to the right, and slightly higher on the risers. There was one lone percussionist, a tympanist.
I thought they were going to have to roll in the piano for Sir Alfred, but we were surprised to see it rise from the pit. Beethoven’s symphony required more performers than the Haydn and Mozart, so there was an intermission before the last selection, so they could get everything moved in place.
The first flute, first oboe, first clarinet and first bassoon of the CSO create a beautiful core of sound for selections like these. Where the musical line moves from one to the next, the trade off is faultless, and the tone quality so perfect that it sounds as though one instrument is playing the line. I closed my eyes to listen just to focus on the incredible sound. It was a wonderful evening, one which we need to do again, soon!
We came home to change our clocks forward, and slept fast. Elegante Mother wanted to go to early church, and then we had breakfast at a great Cajun place, before Nan started the drive home. When you factor in the warm weather, Nan’s presence, and the enjoyable activities, this has to be one of the best weekends we’ve had all winter. Let’s do it again, SOON!

I was carded yesterday. That hasn’t happened in more than twenty years.
I was at Office M@x yesterday to buy cans of compressed gas. I use them to clean out my keyboards. Number-Three-Son was coming to work on the computers, so I needed to clean out the cat fur.
At check out, the clerk asked me for my identification. I handed it over. He muttered something about a birth date, and I finally realized that he was carding me for age. It seems the company had just instituted a requirement that purchasers of compressed gas dusters needed to be a certain age. I don’t know just what age. I muttered (loudly) that I was OLD ENOUGH! He finally got the computer running the cash register to agree.
I picked up one of the cans just now to be sure I had the product name right, and on the label it says “Contains a bitterant to help discourage inhalant abuse.” Good God. What the heck are kids doing with this stuff? It’s not like it’s going to make you talk like Donald Duck!
And, what the heck is a “bitterant”? Does that sound like a made up word to you? (As far as www.dictionary.com is concerned, it isn’t a word. Some PR person probably came up with that to save room on the label.)

Yesterday, I made the trek to Elmhurst to my dermatologist. This doctor is so special that Elegante Mother and I followed her when she moved her practice. It’s a pleasure to see her, and in return, she takes care of my skin woes.
We visited for my annual body check in February just before I left for Florida. She said there was a precancerous spot on my nose that needed to be treated (one I hadn’t even realized was there), but she’d do it when we got back. So, I dutifully made and kept the appointment. When she was done yesterday, I had FOUR treated spots: two on my face and one at each wrist. Unfortunately, they may not be totally healed by the time I give my quilt presentation, but I’m sure the ladies will cope with it.
Dear Husband was referred to a dermatologist for the same kind of treatment on his nose last week. He’d had a spot for about a year, that was so understated that I didn’t even think about it. Our poor little noses are not quite twins.
Dermatology is big business with all the missing ozone. I think that more people will be adding a dermatologist to the list of their health providers, just to keep track of all the types of skin cancers that are developing. I wear long sleeves and long pants when I garden, and floppy hats. I try to remember to wear sun-screen, and I try to work early in the day when the sun’s rays are not directly overhead. What gets past me, Doc will zap. OUCH!!

(croaking…) I need MORE SLEEP!
I sent out a call to Number-Three-Son on Monday. We have a new all-in-one machine in the office and Dear Husband was having some difficulties getting it hooked up correctly. The missing connection was the one to the computer, so I wasn’t able to print anything from the living room computer, and, the fax portion of the machine wasn’t cooperating.
NTS said that he could come on Tuesday but he couldn’t make it until 6:30 or so. Both he and his wife came. I fixed dinner, and then he had a go at our problems. He reorganized the connections, installed a wireless mouse for me in the office, and then upgraded and did some troubleshooting. I think he was pleasantly surprised to find that there was virtually nothing to do on the personal computer. I’d run the Spybot program, AdAware and Norton, and defragged, recently.
All this took about three and a half hours. By 11:00 I was overtaken by jaw-popping yawns, and an intense longing for my bed. We’d sent Dear Husband off to bed around 10:00 because he has such an early morning call during the week. I didn’t complain, because NTS’s help with the computers is so necessary. We’re lucky to have a kid willing to keep us up and running.
Number-Two-Son came home and chatted with the others for a bit. I had to work hard not to edge them toward the door, thinking longingly of my bed….but I managed to hold back. Really! I was GLAD to have them there! I swear!
I have been short on sleep for the past few months, and I am one of those people who needs at least eight hours a night, if not a little bit more. I get up early and get my day started, but if I haven’t had enough sleep, especially if I’ve been short on sleep for several days in a row, I get to the middle of the day and crash.
I came into the office and worked for a few minutes around 11:30 this morning, and thought I’d tilt back and rest my eyes….just for a moment! Every now and then, I could hear myself snore. (Pretty picture, hmmmmmmm??? At least I wasn’t drooling.) It was enough to disturb the sleep I was getting, but not quite enough to wake me for the afternoon. When I finally bolted upright in my chair, my hands were frozen. I must have been sitting just right to cut down on the circulation to my arms.
I’m improving on getting up earlier in the morning. 5:15 doesn’t seem quite so wretched to me now, but I need to work on getting to bed earlier. I want my eight hours a day of snooze time back! I want to snuggle under the quilts, and gather my strength to meet the day, so that I’m ready to meet the needs of gardening season. Now I know why my parents felt it was inappropriate for phone calls to come in after nine at night, unless there was an emergency. THEY NEEDED THEIR SLEEP! And so do I.

I’m longing for crocus blooms, balmy breezes, sunshine on my skin and the chance to burn my winter coat.
I want to see leaves starting to bud out, and the magnolia blooms start to swell.
I want to play in my gardens, and be able to hop in the car to run an errand without having to put on 15 pounds of specialized clothing!
I want to be able to ride my bike down the drive without bogging down in the mud.
I want to be able to serve salad as the main course for dinner.
I want to taste a tomato that doesn’t taste like cardboard.
My apologies for whining publicly. Usually I can deal with the wait, but this year it just seems a bit more difficult. I’ll keep my head down, and work at my sewing machine for the next week or so, and maybe there will be a change when I get back to the window.

This morning, I headed off to exercise on my own. Elegante Mother is a little under the weather, and wanted to stay home out of the rather inclement weather. I didn’t blame her. We had winds so high I was do-si-doing with garbage cans as I drove down the street. I think some of the residents are going to have to travel to the next county to find their garbage cans!
It was windy all day, with periods of higher gusts. It began to “rain” snow in early afternoon. When the wind died for a bit, the snow looked more like fog. There wasn’t much accumulated snow, probably less than an inch. Unfortunately, we didn’t have any melt-off today We have ponds of melt water in the swales along the road that are freezing, but they didn’t get any larger.
Our driveway is a MESS! We have an old gravel drive that needs to be reconditioned, that is 220 feet just to the edge of the house. There’s probably another 100 feet from that point north. Dear Husband had that accident almost two months ago, and the front of his truck was damaged. It wasn’t damaged enough to keep him from driving, but he couldn’t use the snow plow, so ice and snow have built up on the driveway. THIS WEEK they called to say the parts are in, and they’ve had the truck hostage all week. It’s a very strange way to do business: making the owner of a brand new truck wait two months for parts and repairs!
At any rate, I think we are going to have to wait for all this ice to melt. I doubt the snowplow will be able to do anything with it. So, we very carefully drive the ruts down the drive, and wait until all the traffic has passed, both ways, before trying to get onto the road. I didn’t think I’d ever say it, but I’d be happy to see Spring!