Wednesday, March 18, 2015

THINKING SPRING

"In the spring, a young man's fancy turns to love."

Actually, that's not the right quote.  The line is from the poem "Locksley Hall" by Lord Alfred Tennyson.  It goes  --

"In the Spring a young man's fancy lightly turns to thoughts of love" ...

It's a charming phrase, but not that happy a poem.  Read it if you must, but you may need a drink afterward, or at least a stroll on the moors.

My thoughts are lightly turning to spring, or at least they're trying to.

I'm thinking of spring cleaning ...

 and cleaning out the front closet ...
and bringing my herb garden back to life ...


which I guess I could start by just putting away the garbage can that was rolling around in the driveway in the high winds of yesterday.  I'd also like to put a window box here ...


to grow some parsley and cilantro that the bunnies and hedgehogs can't get to. 

Oh dear.  I'm expecting a lot of spring.  I'm going to need a drink AND a walk on the moors.  I know just wine I'm going to choose to get me in the mood for warmer weather ...

I tried it last week.  It's delicious.  Cheers!

Thursday, March 12, 2015

HOW I GOT ON INSTAGRAM

I've been thinking about getting on Instagram.  It would give me an opportunity to post more pictures and captions, which I sometimes have the urge to do ... without going into an entire blogpost.

I also sometimes have the urge to clean my teen's room.

But then it passes.

But the Instagram urge has not passed.  So I tried to download it onto my computer.  Then the computer told me very nicely that I needed to first connect my Android device to my computer.

This is how you know you're old.  You're computer has to tell you stuff like that.

So I got my phone and then I got the urge to take a picture of myself in my Mom jeans.

Like them?  I decorated them myself.  They're actually a pair of boys' jeans that my kids out grew and I "adapted" for myself.

This is how you know you're old, you think that just sewing a couple of flowers on some boys jeans makes you look cool.

BTW, you would not believe how hard it was to take a selfie of my jeans.  How do all these celebs take naked selfies?  Do they use a selfie stick?  And if so, don't they feel weird waving the stick around while posing in the buff?  Aren't they cold during all that posing?

This is how you know you are old, thinking about a naked selfie just makes you feel chilly.

Anyway ... I downloaded the app, read the Terms and Conditions (NOT) and signed in.  I have two followers so far.  I don't know who they are.

I hope they like Mom jeans.

Monday, March 2, 2015

MATCHES FOR LONELY SOCKS

My laundry table is like a dating site for socks.  They show up, single, and looking for a match.

The dominant sock is a white, athletic, tall sock.  But we welcome all colors and sizes to the dating table. 

You don't have to be perfect, either.  You can have a little hole in the ankle area or some loose threads, and still find a match for yourself. You can even be stained.  But if you have a hole in your toe or heel, you're out.  Sorry.  Actually, that's how many of our socks become single.  Their mates got a hole in the toe and well, they had to go.



Whoa!  This little gal appears to be lost. Gardening Gloves need to head to the garage, where they can take their own chance on happiness.

Here at my laundry table we try very hard to get a match for everybody.  You are allowed to linger for a long time waiting for your match.  Some people might call that disorganization or sloppiness.  I call it tender patience.

And usually, you do find a sole mate.


These two are living happily ever after.

Until the next laundry day.