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Weather

On March 2 we woke up to blankets of icy snow. Today, three weeks later, temperatures sauntered up nearly to 70 degrees.















Because i'm a writer, I feel all this pressure to write something really witty or spiritual or wise about this jarring juxtaposition of temperatures. BUT, Sahara is pulling on my slipper and making squawky noises. It's so hard to concentrate. My inner muse has been entombed in dirty laundry for two days. I've also been dying for a shower for the past 6 hours, if you must know, and now might be my last chance to make a run for it (err, the shower). I CAN'T BELIEVE THAT I SOUND LIKE THIS! Well, can't be helped. It is what it is. Therefore, in light of my muse-less state, I bring you the wit and wisdom of others:

Sunshine is delicious, rain is refreshing, wind braces us up, snow is exhilarating; there is really no such thing as bad weather, only different kinds of good weather. ~John Ruskin

A lot of people like snow. I find it to be an unnecessary freezing of water. ~Carl Reiner

Don't knock the weather; nine-tenths of the people couldn't start a conversation if it didn't change once in a while. ~Kin Hubbard

The first fall of snow is not only an event, it is a magical event. You go to bed in one kind of a world and wake up in another quite different, and if this is not enchantment then where is it to be found? ~J.B. Priestley

It is best to read the weather forecast before praying for rain. ~Mark Twain

There's no such thing as bad weather, only bad clothing. ~Garrison Keillor

Papi and Abue Visit

Papi and Abue drove down from Chicago to visit us this month. Thank you! Papi planted a tree. I built shrines to the Plueddemann ancestors all over the house and lit candles. :-) Danny and I got to go on a date. (Wow, I had forgotten what those are. I swear the waiters at Olive Garden are 12 years old. Who knew that a normal restaurant could make me feel uber-frumpy?) Sam and Sahara don't know what to do with themselves now that the house is empty. I don't either. We're barely managing...

Baby in Red

(Ruby earrings for her birthstone, July)

Our Precious Desert Bloom, Sahara

Sahara & the Doberman

Now that the days are getting warmer, we spend more time outside. Our dogs are too big and heavy to romp around her, but I let them get acquainted through the gate. Sahara can spend 30 minutes at the gate absorbed in watching the dogs in the yard, yet the expression on her face is ambivalent. hmmmm.

11 PM

Zzzzzzzzzzz :-)

What Happened to the Mailman

Yesterday I refused to put Sam in diapers and Sam refused to wear his Thomas the Tank Engine underpants. So... taa-daa! Naked butt.
After awhile the door bell rang. Ding-dong. Sam took off at a gallop for the front door while I yelled out to remind him about his lack of pants. When I got there a moment later, Sam and the mailman were standing face-to-face. (Technically, face-to-knee, but they were looking at each other.) Due to a freak March snow, the mailman was bundled in his snow jacket, gloves and scarf. Sam was wearing his t-shirt and cheerfully flaunting his stuff.
The mailman started to chuckle. Actually, he may have been chuckling at me as I had neglected to take a shower although it was 2 p.m; I looked like a clown. Sahara was on my hip bonking the doorframe with a measuring cup.
Sam continued to loiter around my legs in the chilly, breezy doorway as I signed some certified mail. When I closed the door, I realized that Sam had turned blue from the waist down. This discomfort notwithstanding, he still refused to wear his Thomas the Tank Engine underpants.