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It’s a good thing I decided to roll with the punches, because once I did things turned around.  Drastically.  Last Monday we had a pretty significant snow storm and this past weekend the snow was gone and we had temperatures in the 70s.  You can’t even imagine how many people were outside riding bikes, jogging, skateboarding, and wearing the skimpiest clothes they have since last August.

Another activity common to people in our neighborhood was yard work.  Nearly everyone was outside cleaning up the debris of winter, including Husby.  He was outside working before 8:00 a.m. on Saturday morning and has already made our backyard very tidy.  All we need is some green grass and we’ll be all set for summer.

Me?  I spent some more time cleaning.  I don’t have an entirely free weekend until the middle of June, so I thought I’d take advantage of this event-free weekend to get caught up with neglected tasks and also undertake some more spring cleaning projects.  Oh how I love the smell of Murphy’s Oil Soap in the spring!  I was even able to open the windows while I worked, which was a good thing because even with a nice breeze blowing through the house I lost about fifteen pounds of water weight with all the sweating I did.  Scrubbing takes a lot of work, you know.

I probably should have spent more time in Craftland pouring candles and otherwise preparing for the upcoming craft show season.  But getting the house into shape this weekend will make doing Craftland stuff more enjoyable ~ it’s hard to do something that doesn’t seem like work (pouring candles and other stuff) when you’ve got unfinished chores nagging at you.  I did enough this weekend to keep the nagging at bay, so this week I’ll be going full steam ahead in Craftland.

It’s so nice to see spring make an appearance.  I hope it decides to stick around.

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Rolling With The Punches

It’s April 23, 2013. This is a picture taken from my back yard.

I give up.

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The Ordway Theater

This weekend I went to the opera with Charlotte and our mom.  It was the perfect opportunity for me to wear my great-grandma’s mink stole.  Yes, it’s a real mink stole and please don’t throw any figurative paint on it because you think I’m being abusive to animals.  As I said, it was my great-grandma’s, so those little minks were dead long before standing up for animal rights was in vogue.

We saw Turandot, only my most favorite opera ever.  I’m a little sentimental about this opera because a long time ago I heard the aria Nessun Dorma on a rented movie and fell in love with it.  I ran the credits of the movie really slow so I could find out what that great opera piece was.  Quite a while later I saw Turandot was going to be performed at our own Ordway Theater, so Charlotte and I went.  It was the first opera I ever attended and was so wonderful I wept openly.

Ever since then Charlotte and I, along with our mom, have seen one opera every year.  For a while there were some husbands accompanying us, but they dropped out after a while.  It’s a nice girl date that gives us a chance to dress up, and afterwards we get some good girlie food.

Turandot finally returned and it was better than ever.  The set was really cool, the costumes were so bright and colorful, the orchestra was in excellent form, and the performers on stage were fabulous.  We had our girlie food too.  Mine was a bowl of mushroom wild rice soup, a focaccia roll and a very large piece of cherry almond cheesecake.

It’s nice to get a little culture once in a while.   Plus I’ll have that beautiful aria running through my head for a while.  Vincero!

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You got a little sneak peek of today’s post with yesterday’s Wordless Wednesday.  Last week I went to the Macy’s Flower Show with Charlotte and our parents.  It was just what we needed to get into the spirit of spring.

This isn’t going to be an educational post concerning species and their maintenance ~ I don’t know much about flowers and plants except that they’re pretty and most of them smell good.   So just sit back and enjoy the sights.

This is what greeted us as we entered the flower show venue.

So many oranges and yellows ~ my favorite!

Lovely and fragrant hyacinth.

The ceilings were adorned with these colorful umbrellas.

I’ve never seen flowers like this before. They need to be placed up high so you can see the blooms as they droop downward.

A little, bitty pineapple.

A blurry but beautiful gardenia.

We had a very nice time at the flower show and even walked through it twice.  It gave us a feeling of spring even though there’s still more snow in our forecast this week.  I’m chilled to the bone by now and am looking forward to some warmer weather.  The flower show managed to put a little hope into my heart.

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Pity Me

Last Thursday I wrote an e-mail to Ruthie, confirming our monthly Dive Night date for the following evening.  Husby and I picked out a place and were all ready for another evening with our adventurous friends.  Ruthie regretted to say that she was coming down with something and didn’t want to risk passing it on to us.

Of course we were disappointed and hoped Ruthie would be on the mend quickly.  On the other hand, I figured I could get some extra things done Friday evening when we would otherwise be out hobnobbing with the other Dive diners.

I started my early-off-of-the-day-job Friday out with a bang.  I did some cleaning around the house, including a bit of spring cleaning involving heaving lifting and a lot of bending.  By noon I had a funny feeling in my throat and I was coughing.  I attributed that to all the dust I stirred up.  By 3:00 I was feeling stuffy in the nose.  By 7:00 p.m. I was officially miserable.

The disappointment I felt for not being able to go out for dive night shifted into deep gratitude that I was in my own house not having to wrangle my free-flowing nose juice in public.  I hoped Ruthie wasn’t feeling as badly as I was, for about a minute.  Then all compassion for anyone by myself left and it was all about me, me, me and how I was going to get my next breath of air through all the mucus in my throat and nose.

Saturday was really bad, because not only was I feeling miserable, Husby had caught the bug too.  There we were, two pitiful people sitting around barely able to help ourselves.  We managed to get a meal of chicken and rice soup together (from a can, of course) which was as close to heaven as we both could have gotten.  It felt so warm going down, and a little jello along with it felt nice a cool.

Sunday was just as lazy after a night of little sleep.  Neither Husby nor I could muster up enough energy to even heat up a can of chicken soup.  We were getting worse, or so it seemed.  Jimmy John’s to the rescue.

There wasn’t much going on at the Auntie B’s Wax World Headquarters this past weekend.  All I felt like doing was staring, with my bulging eyes protruding from the pressure of enormous amounts of thick, stagnant snot building up behind them.

It’s only a cold, I keep telling myself as my rib cage aches from coughing, sneezing and nose-blowing.  It can’t last more than a week, can it?

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