Sunday, February 26, 2012

Well I just feel like writing today.

Most importantly I feel like I smell spring. Is that crazy? I don't know. But I smell it. It's supposed to get down to -17*F again by Friday but based on the accuracy of any weather-predicting person, website, or phone app... we really really don't know. I'm hoping we have the earliest ever spring. Sometimes I care so much about the weather I dream about it. One year I dreamed that we had a snow-free Halloween. It almost happened but then no cigar. I just wanted a Meet Me In St. Louis Halloween for once. One where the kiddies don't have to wear their costumes over their warm snow clothes. If you live where the daffodils are threatening to bloom and the baby lambs are ominously frolicking in the vast expanse of green, please don't tell me about it right now. I'm too scared for you. I have too much empathy.

I'm not asking for your compassion. I don't need it. I eat snow for breakfast, lunch, dinner, and sometimes midnight snacks. I may have a touch of cabin fever though. I have had a cold for a while and so have felt like doing nothing. Correction: My body has felt like doing nothing while my brain is screaming about the fact that it is atrophying. So I am going to compile a list of extracurricular projects and start. This may mean that I am getting better. Dear God, I hope so.

On the list:
- Apple Sharlotka. I still haven't made it and I bought green apples and a spring-form pan, so as soon as I can cook without sneezing, bring it on! (Check out Smitten Kitchen for the recipe.)

- Organizing and cleansing the large upstairs closet. No elaboration needed.

- Buckle down on the French lessons.

- New crochet project.

- Catch up on laundry. Not a glamorous item but I think a worthy goal. Well it's not really extracurricular but it needs to happen.

We'll see what happens. At the moment I want to eat a steaming hot bowl of buttered maple oatmeal and take a mid-morning nap.