February 16, 2010
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Back at it…
The coffee is strong and good this morning. More snow fell in the night – light and soft – glistening on the earth’s floor. It should be magical but frankly, I’ve had enough of this season. February should be easy because it is so short. It never has been for me. Those twenty-eight days seem endless. My mother hated March – the cruelest month according to the poet, but I will take those teasing days that promise spring if it will melt some of this stuff.
At almost 60, it seems silly to miss my mother, but I do. There you have it. I hear her voice as I sit here. That is a comfort.
Random thoughts on a Tuesday that feels like a Monday. Should I post this when I’ve nothing to say? I suppose. We seem to enjoy one another’s meanderings on this little virtual island that is Xanga. Why do we stay on this one when most folks have moved to other parts?
I watched Like Stars on Earth last night and cried. I always do during those films of children overcoming challenges and the adults who help them and believe in them.
I am listening to Eat, Pray, Love read by the author and loving it. I canot imagine what Hollywood will do with it and especially with Julia Roberts playing the part of the main character – the author. I believe Roberts’ is more than just a pretty face and have watched her work with appreciation but I cannot imagine the book as a film. If you haven’t read it you should before you see the film. I have a bad feeling about the transposition into another medium.
I spent most of the weekend resting my back – going slowly. I did however manage to change the cloth on the kitchen table and with the pale green placemats and flowered cloth it seems that I am ready for the lightness of spring. The table makes me smile. A single rose sits in a fruit jar. It’s enough for now.
I should probably check the weather and see what the week holds. Sigh.
Lunch to pack. Work to do.
And so it goes.
Comments (6)
I love spring time or even getting close to it. New life starts or about is ready to start, its the beginning of warmer months. But I always remember the windy days of March. Here in Florida, things are different in how the temperatures go. Usually this time of year, we are having the best weather – no rain every day but nice mild weather.
A light dusting of snow… sounds beautiful and serene.
“April is the cruelest month” according to Eliot. I will put “Eat, Pray, Love” on my audiobook list.
I was sort of upset with myself this morning. I had two hours of quiet, but I spent some of them doing nothing and some shoveling snow instead of reading delicious, tasty books. Tarra & Bella was a lovely read last night, though. Peace!
Oh no. more snow? Hey! Thanks for visiting! God bless, ~ Pete
“Since you were precious in My sight, you have been honored, and I have
loved you…” Isaiah 43:4 (ref. my Xanga post of 2/14/2010 AD)
@BoureeMusique - Oh crap! Eliot did say April didn’t he. Damn! So March is just kind of there. Poor thing, stuck between short February and cruel April. We should give it a name.
Well, beware its Ides, I suppose
I love Eat, Pray, Love and I also really like Julia Roberts. But the combo worries me.