The calendar says it’s Valentine’s Day – to my mind, that is another of those holidays that were great fun when I was a kid, when there would be a party at school with everyone exchanging cards and having treats. It’s nice when couples choose to celebrate the day and do something special, but I’d rather have expressions of love at random times, not those dictated by – who does dictate these things, anyway? Greeting card companies? Then again, maybe we need to be reminded to tell people that we love them.
It is a quiet weekend at my house. My body is telling me I have put off meeting with my chiropractor for far too long, so I am laying low until I go in on Tuesday morning. My body has told me if I don’t lie low, if I try to get active, it will punish me in its own unique way. It has given me a demonstration of that, and I choose to believe it and not test it again.
Shasta has gone out exploring on her own a few times, because I seem unwilling to go for walks. Yesterday, I guess she decided she had explored what’s above the surface enough – it was, apparently, time to dig deeper.
Heading to China? I don’t know. I do know she found the wires to the sprinkler system in her exploration, and that hole will need to be filled. She has apparently decided there’s nothing of interest down there anyway.
The Bailey girl goes out when she must these days, but occasionally she and Shasta will wander about the yard a bit, after which it is nap time for them both. Bailey says it’s hell getting old, and I commiserate with her, because I sometimes feel the same way.
During our sunny days this past week, we had bright skies in the morning – sailor’s warning? I think not, as the days provided no exciting or threatening weather. However, it seems the path for the commercial airplanes that fly by far away is just over and beyond the hills behind me, their contrails providing consistent lines of color.
Wandering about the yard occasionally, there are some signs that spring will indeed spring – just not quite yet. The lilac bushes are forming buds, as is the pussywillow down below, and yesterday – daffodils popping out! There are some that I think got confused earlier in the fall, but these are new and have come up only in this past week.
Yesterday, when I went out to fill the bird feeders, a chickadee landed on my head. Reflex reaction made me raise my hand to brush it off, after which I wished I had not. I wished I had let it be and hoped it would stay long enough for me to get my phone out of my pocket and take a picture. One of those lost moments – those “Darn! If only . . .” Yep. Do you have those? Maybe one day I will get that opportunity again, and maybe on that day my brain will rule. There is always hope, yes?