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Two Days

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It’s been raining since yesterday and the rain, coupled with snow and ice on the ground, makes for an unattractive landscape. And another icy patch in the parking area, which means I’ll have to salt again. Spring, please come soon. Please.

Provided I can get my car out of here (see above) I’ll pick Don up at the bus station later this morning. He’ll be home for two, or nearly two, days. He’s homesick, and though he loves the NYC apartment, sometimes you just need to be home. Two days off in a row almost never happens in the theater and they have been working 10 hour days for four days in a row. They’re tired.

I can’t wait to see that guy.

More babies. If this is supposed to be the season where houseplants grow dormant, I’m not seeing any evidence of it.

I hope everyone has a lovely day today. I’m making this short because I have to get a move on!

Happy Sunday.

 

A Start

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I’m writing this rather quickly, as I slept in and I have to make my way to Rick and Doug’s home for brunch. Doug’s daughter is in town and I look forward to seeing her again. Should be lovely.

Thank you for all your wonderful comments yesterday, along with some great advice. We’re all dealing with this, aren’t we? Don says it’s all about balance and he’s right. I managed to do pretty well yesterday, though there were a few slip ups here and there. I had several errands to run, as well as laundry and vacuuming, but I did  start my book! Huzzah!

I can already tell I’m going to like it. It came out a few years ago and was on a lot of the Best Books of the Year lists. If I had to compare it to another book – and it’s early in the game – I’d compare it to All the Light We Cannot See. It’s called A Constellation of Vital Phenomena  and is written by Anthony Marra. I’ll share more of my thoughts when I’ve finished.

The sun in the photos is courtesy of yesterday. Today is gray, with rain and snow in the forecast.

Sigh of spring-yearning.

I just might paint that kitchen wall this coming week, since I’m stuck here because of the cold temperatures.

Happy Sunday.

Who is This Man?

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There’s a strange man in my house.

Who is this guy? And what is he doing sitting in my living room?

Don got home around 7:00 last night. He’s happy to be here. Though when he looked out at the property this morning in the light of day, he said “It’s so bleak.” When he left to go on tour there were green trees and flowers in the garden. Now, everything is brown and gray.

He loved the tarts, though we both think the crust is a little chewy. That’s my next challenge. But in the meantime, we’re loving them.

I’m still under the weather, but whatever this is, it’s moving through my system pretty quickly.

Don’s excited that he gets to drive his car again. I started it for him yesterday and it ran like a charm.

We’re both so grateful for the opportunities this year has brought us and for the very real peace that comes from knowing he’s employed come January and that we can simply relax and enjoy our time together during the holiday season. There have been many, many years when that was not the case.

Saturday night’s sunset.

Happy Monday.

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