I had planned on writing this earlier today at around 1:00 in the afternoon, but the day got away from me and suddenly it is after 9 PM. So the clever title I thought of earlier (My Saturday So Far) ceased to become clever at around 5 PM. It took me so long to sit down and get started writing that I had to add “A Retrospective …” to the title. That is akin to glomming a bunch of frosting over a cake to disguise the fact that it came out of the oven a little too dark or sunken in or whatever.
Anyway, it was a good day. I got up early (for a Saturday, anyway) and was rewarded with nearly an hour of peace and quiet and solitude. Such hours are rare. In fact, they are practically non-existent. So I have to enjoy them to the fullest when they occur, for their appearance is random and out of the blue, like finding a twenty dollar bill in an old coat pocket, or an extra french fry at the bottom of the bag, or getting struck by lightening on the way to the store to buy a lottery ticket, thus using up your allotment of improbability for the day.
I celebrated my good fortune this morning by writing a quick blog post. But what I was writing of in that post was shattered moments later by Life starting up like someone pulling the rip cord of lawn mower. Which, oddly enough, is exactly what my neighbor did.
After that, I got busy. I would tell you all about it, but it would bore you to unconsciousness. I lose more readers that way!
I’ll just summarize it by saying I did the usual Saturday things of cleaning house, running errands, shopping for groceries, and working in the yard a bit.
I found myself humming a Christmas tune today and I thought, “How odd!” But after I realized what song it was, it made perfect sense. I was humming, “It’s the most wonderful time of the year“. And, for North Texas, this is indeed the most wonderful time of the year. It is like our Christmas.
Springtime here is a magical, almost mythical time. Once it is over and summer sets in, we all believe that we will never see another spring as long as we live. We are absolutely gobsmacked every February when spring shows up again.