February 15, 2005

Shhh.  I can hear it.  If you step outside and listen to the trees and the wind and little plants, you can hear it.  Spring is coming.  Little promises of it are popping up everywhere.  The daffodils and irises are gingerly peeking up out of the ground, checking for the all clear so they can go nuts and start blooming by Spring Equinox.  Almost all of the snow is gone.  Because our house is Grizzly Peak, we are the last ones to lose it.  We have a good sized patch in the far back yard still, all crusty and compacted. 

It's been raining for 2 days, alternating between showers and drizzles (or "sparkling" as Dylan says) without ever going into full on downpour mode.  I can't help it.  I still love rain.  Here's our forecast for the coming week:

Today	Tomorrow	Thu	Fri	Sat
Rain   High: 50° Low: 41°	Showers   High: 51° Low: 39°	Showers   High: 51° Low: 37°	Showers   High: 49° Low: 39°	Few Showers   High: 50° Low: 37°

Good thing I like rain, I guess.

I'm grateful to not see snowflakes there, plus the rain will help wash away the rest of that crusty snow in the back yard.

I love how Yahoo weather does this:

Currently: 36°	Cloudy	High: 50°
		Low: 41°

We'll have a high of 50 degrees, a low of 41 degrees and it is currently 36 degrees.  : P

My new washer just delivered, but I have yet to try it out.  Very simple beast:  How high do you want the water?  How hard do you want me to shake it up when I wash'em?  OK, push the button.  My poor old washer tried to do right for me and gave me two days of good usage on the "hang dry" cycle, so I was able to get the bulk of the laundry done.  Poor thing didn't realize its fate had already been sealed.

Eric had his preliminary appointment for his Lasix surgery on Thursday.  The doctor said he was a good candidate for the surgery, but that he might require a little more extensive work unless his eyeballs change shape before Thursday.  They thought it was because he was only a week out of contacts.  He's so eager for it he's having trouble sleeping.  He says he's nervous, but not scared (I'd be terrified).  He arranged the time so that if we leave as soon as the kids get on the bus, we should have just enough time for him to have the surgery and for us to get back in time to meet the bus in the afternoon.  It is very inconvenient that it's an hour and a half away, but these things only happen in "towns" as  opposed to "villages" or whatever this is.  I am just grateful he can get it done.

Today is feeling like a nap day in a big way.  Kids aren't home for another 4 hours and 15 minutes.  I'll bet I could make one heck of a nappy time in that span. Better get started.

Have a great week,
Katrina