It’s this time of year that I get so restless! Not quite spring, not quite winter (although this big Midwestern snow tells me that Old Man Winter still has some muscle!), and not quite anything to do. I’ve been dying to get outside and dig up my garden plot, but there haven’t been warm enough days for me to want to work out there. TV’s getting really old. I don’t have an easel yet to put my 1000 ideas onto canvas, so I’m waiting around here for a break in the weather, dreaming for a sunny Saturday when Rhys can swing in the yard, I can work in my garden and Michael can laze in a hammock. Saying that, I realize I need a swing, garden and hammock. Argh!
So here we sit, renting TV shows and old movies, planning what we’ll do in the yard this year, waiting to break out the sandals and get out of the house to do more than go to Target to buy a million things we don’t really need. I’ve been so bored I’m reading John Grisham. John Grisham! I can’t stand legal thrillers, but I’ve been digging into Michael’s stack lately. Ah, well! One of them is actually pretty good bedtime reading – “A Painted House”. Check it out if you are as bored as I right about now. Anybody else feeling my pain?