I love lots of things about March- the advent of Spring and the last of the winter snows. I love those last snows a lot because I know they won't last long. This year the spring snows didn't even stick. Two nights ago, we turned the faucets on to drip for the last time until Fall.
Spring Break went well too. My very nice husband accompanied me to the Olympic Peninsula where we visited my sister and her family and explored Port Townsend, Port Angeles and Sequim. Yes, he finally decided after months of denial that there is indeed, a place called Sequim. It's pronounced "Skwim", by the way. One syllable. Now, if I can just get Grey to stop calling it "Su-kwim", we'd be set. I got to see an old friend from elementary school that I haven't seen since the late 80s, and boy is a cool dude. He teaches history, specializing in the Bronze Age. It used to be medieval history but I think he switched over a few years back. He does some great stuff in the classroom. Stuf I'd like to see published. He and Grey got to talking about comparisons between some biblical king and King Arthur and I just sat and smiled and took it all in. Maybe next time we will get to meet his wife.
My quarter is going exceedingly well. We are two days into the Spring quarter. I've got 4 classes on my plate and teach from 10 a.m. until 3 p.m. It's gonna be a long ten weeks. Scratch that, 9.5 weeks. I'm starting to count down already. I have 3 preps and two classes I haven't taught before. Yikes!
Other good things about March include the ability to wear open-toed shoes without freezing to death and digging out my Spring wardrobe. And it's an energetic month- the buds come out and crocuses bloom and pale legs get flased all over campus- and my exercise regemine is paying off so no more Winter weight. Don't get me wrong, it serves a purpose, but now it's time to get moving!
Beware the Ides of March, says the soothsayer to Julius Caesar. Truer words have never been spoken. March has always been a month of death. I lost my grandma two years ago. Her birthday was on the 25th. Her oldest sister - My Aunt Sis- and my cousin were killed by a drunk driver in the last nineties during the month of March and I lost an ex-boyfriend to suicide that month too. Those were dark days. It's difficult, at the tail end of winter, to clear thoughts from my mind as I look towards flowers and rain and sunshiny days. I can do it, it just takes time.
Fortunately, the sun IS shining. Little birdies are making more little birdies and I painted my toes a bright shade of purple. Same color and same bottle that my sweet sister-in-law gave me on my wedding day. Same sweet sister-in-law who just had a gorgeous baby girl last month. Everyone is healthy and happy there, by the way. There is so much hope in the world and so much to look forward to, that the weary blues won't last long. Three more days, I predict.
Then bloom.
And here's a picture of my grandma. Because she is the best.
Three more days - we're gonna make it!! Love that you brought out the purple nail polish again - there's no way to have "purple toes" and be sad.
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