The flowering trees (Bradford pears, redbuds) have done their thing and gone to leaf. The spireas, azaleas, tulips, and irises are out. The world is carpeted with oak pollen (yuck). We've enjoyed rain the last week, but also temps in the 70's and 80's.
But then last night it got cold, cold and windy. Lows in the 20's, and this morning we had SNOW flurries. We have a wind advisory all day. My cold-sensitive hubby is rolled up in the bed with the red plush blanket. I feel fine, but am wearing shoes in the house (which tells you it's coolish).
We went to his Lenten Concert last night at Big Enormous Fancy Dallas Church. It was lovely except neither of us cared for last piece, an excessively dissonant modern "Miserere." Afterwards, he said to me, "Wasn't that Miserere awful?!" "Well, I was happy when you stopped singing it," I said. "I clapped!" We are snobs, if you please; we just likes our music to have a melody. Oh wait; that probably makes us hayseeds. Oh well.
Today I am reorganizing part of home office. No kudos, please; it is necessitated by the fact that a car title is not in the file where it should be, and so I must go through the piles to see if I can't find it. Because he wants to sell that car, oh, TODAY. Sigh.
Lunch is steamed broccoli and salad, with a little fish later. Hey, have you tried those Ziploc steamer bags? Awesome! And reuseable to boot.
Ken decided that he likes everything that goes into a hamburger but not the bread (who is this person!?) so we are going to try Hamburger Salads, a la Taco Salads, for dinner. Mine will have crumbled Gardenburgers instead of the beef.
Josie and Boudreaux are sad that they have to be plucked every time they come in from outside....the oak pollen is a killer. But then they get lots of brushings from their dad, and that is happy.
My dad is in Atlanta helping the Anglican Church in North America get set up. He is a church government wonk from way back. Sigh. My mom is home alone. If you think about it, stop by her blog and say hi!
