Waiting for Godot...And Spring...

That baby is sleeping so I have a few minutes.  When he awakens, I'll give him lunch, but there will be no walk today.  It's windy and cold, although relatively clear, and we still have a lot of snow.

Everyone is amazed at the weather and hoping for spring temps, including me.  I'll try to remember this when we're suffering with 90° + temps and equal humidity.  The DC Cherry Blossom Festival has been pushed back about a week or so and this morning I noticed that it's colder in Atlanta than it is here!  Crazy!

This is what we woke up to yesterday...

It was standing room only at the bird feeders...

And our back yard was far from welcoming...

Sitting on the patio would have been a bit uncomfortable...

But inside, the herbs and amaryllis are thriving, the lemon tree is full of blossoms, the Key lime is happy, and the clivia is blooming.

The Checklist

1.    Alstromeria and dwarf Meyer lemon tree placed outside for the season.

2.    List made for weekend activities:  edge the flower beds, fill pots with soil and fertilizer, wash front windows and put in screens.

3.    Cardio and weight workout completed.  This also included schmoozing and some knee-slapping, raucous laughter with a number of older gym goers.  These gentlemen are a real hoot.  Fodder for another post.

4.    Yesterday I reached my tolerance level with our house that also serves as the office for our family business, and a hostel for our adult children and their pets.  I vacuumed the living room (aka baby's play room), dining room, kitchen, family room, and sun porch.  Then, I retrieved a bucket, filled it with hot, hot water, SpicNSpan, and Clorox and carried it out to the sun porch, not before I realized, however, that there was a huge hole in the bottom of the bucket!  So my kitchen floor was inadvertently washed as well.  I grabbed another bucket, transferred what was left to it and added more water and soap, and swabbed the tile in the sun porch -- in some places twice -- singing all the while "There's a hole in my bucket, dear Liza..."  I hate it when songs get stuck in my head -- especially when I don't even like the song!

5.   I slept well last night...