Windy on the Hill
Monday, April 15, 2013
Winter just doesn't want to let go. This time last year, I was in short-sleeved shirts and blissfully perspiring.
I reread yesterday's blog and can't believe how "whiny" I sounded. Pity party...table for one. Self-pity is not attractive and feels even worse. Writing these thoughts down, though, seems helpful. While I appreciate the feedback, I believe my own feedback (to myself) is what's really important. Right now, I feel like I'm rambling; my brain is dripping thoughts like a leaky faucet.
Once the weather gets better, I'm heading off to visit....whomever. California or Texas. Sounds warm and I have some family in both places. I love the River Walk in San Antonio. I could spend hours there people-watching. Or go soak up a little merlot in the Napa area in California. Or dim sum in Chinatown.
Today I'm tucked in. It's gray and windy outside. I can just make out the turkeys in the field behind the house. Everything is brown out there and they blend really well. The sand hill cranes have returned. I can hear their croaky "music" even with the windows closed.
Can't wait to be able to open windows around here; let in some fresh, clean air. Out goes the bad air, in comes the good.
It's almost 5 p.m. and I've been up since 5 a.m. I have a Dr. appointment tomorrow for a recheck on my BP. Keeping my fingers crossed that, despite the past couple of weeks, my BP improves. Here's hoping!