Another Valentines day has come and gone.
We celebrated Love Day Saturday and Sunday, so today was pretty quiet.
Not the year for big showy gestures - we're still licking wounds and healing hearts from last year's losses.
Mostly just being thankful for each other...
It seems that the saying; "Everything old is new again," has been the running theme for me this month.
I've been returning to old pastimes lately - first the painting, and as I mentioned earlier, dragging out the sewing machine after decades of disuse.
Today was another one of those days of living in the past.
I was stuck in the basement doing laundry all day, so I pulled out my "That Girl" DVD's and had a full marathon - reliving the 70's as I fluffed and folded.
I was telling my daughter tonight how funny it is to view it from this side of that decade. I used to think of Donald as cute, charming, and sweetly protective - but now he seems like a surly ornery chauvinist.
Times change.
Still, it was nice to be reminded of the good old days when squeaky clean romance and social convention was the norm (at least for TV.)
Speaking of my daughter - she's been full of all kinds of creative energy lately. Yesterday she baked all day for our Valentines dinner, and today she ordered take-out so she could have the kitchen free to use as a potting shed.
We received a lot of potted plants for Wayland's dad's funeral, and they have been starting to look haggard lately. She re-potted them, giving them all more space to thrive in - and even polished their little leaves.
I swear they look happy tonight!
The smell of potting soil would normally be something alarming coming from the kitchen, but instead, it was like the scent of springtime and of foraging in the garden.
Although it may not be particularly hygienic, a little dirt is good for the soul...
Speaking of growing things - when I visited one of my neighbors the other day, she pointed out that she has hyacinths poking out of her flower beds already. It's the middle of February for gosh sakes!
I haven't seen them come up this early, well, ...forever!
Gives a body hope.
Time marches on...
As I was flipping through my calendar, thinking of possible musical numbers for church, it became more and more evident how quickly time is passing this year.
Hubby and Melissa only have a couple more months left of work before their jobs go away for good.
I haven't really thought about it much, because it seemed so far off (and we had so many other things to worry about) ...but now it's becoming all too near, and it's starting to freak me out a little.
Hubby keeps commenting that he always imagined that at this stage in life, he'd be looking forward to retiring soon - not having to find a new career!
Life never quite turns out like you planned it - (at least if you're a member of our clan!)
Been on a reading binge this month - fished the book club selection early, and have polished another book and a half since then.
Trying to expand my horizons.
'Night all.
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