Joys Are Still Around

Now week 11 is all said and done and it is time to move on to a brand new week. This week was neither  good nor bad here. I wish I could say that for the rest of the world. I hope when it is New Year's Eve and I am reading all of these again, I will read about some halt to all of this. Wishing and hoping!

I am really taking liberties with my song choice this week. I have never heard any songs about the Ides of March or Caesar's demise. Instead I am choosing a song by the group The Ides Of March.

 Saturday: As usual we woke and had coffee together while TheHub ate breakfast. Not so usual was the smattering of snow on the ground. it melted quickly but was pretty for an hour of so. Now I am done with winter weather until late December '22. 

We had some running around to do before theAlabama softball game started. After a bit of ball game watching, we switched over  to Mrs. Maisel and now we have finished the fourth season. I enjoyed it and am glad to be done. TheHub and I agreed we will not start any new series for a while. Instead of watching a show on TV after dinner each evening we will both spend 30 minutes in spaces of our choosing doing some decluttering. If we want to watch something afterward it will be fine, but we will be picky about what we watch.

Sunday: The day was pretty but still on the cooler side. We watched a few basketball games ("We" watched,  but one of use read while pretending to watch.) then watched the bracket show to see what teams were selected and where they will go. I don't care about  basketball until it get to March Madness,  then I really do like it.

I had a phone call from Pip and we were talking about a birthday party she was going to. When I asked her if she was excited to be going, she told me yes but she was really excited about June. That is when they are coming here and this grandma's heart just about melted when she said that.

Later Sunday night we watched "Billions". I had talked with Son 3 in the morning and he told me Toney, his friend who was cast in the show, came by their place and told them the entire story arch. Son3 told me I had better be nice to him or he will spill the beans about what is supposed to happen for the rest of this season and the next.

Monday: I stayed home and worked all day. It was not a particular joy but I guess there is joy in getting some things done. One task I am doing is a complete inventory of our foods. I have an overstocked pantry, and freezer that is filled to the brim. While I was doing the pantry inventory I found a few things that need to be used as quickly as I can use them.

Now that we are on DST it was still daylight when TheHub came home, so we sat on the screened porch and for drinks and conversation. It was not cold out but it was windy and did require a light jacket. While we were talking we saw some movement and a little head peeking out from under Son3's old playhouse. Our friendly backyard groundhog made his first extended appearance, so I am guessing spring is officially here.

Tuesday: This was one of my favorite days of the year. My sister hates March and especially hates The Ides. Because I am such a sweet sister, I call her the first thing in the morning every March 15, lower my voice and slowly say, "Beware The Ides of March".  Then I hang up and wait for her to call me back, laughing. Since I have been doing this since we were in our 20's, she knows it is coming and it should not be funny but it makes us laugh every year. I thought about "forgetting" and then calling her later in the afternoon, but then thought why alter a perfectly fun tradition?

I talked to Sluggy which always brightens my day. I do love laughing with her.

Tuesday night we went to a fundraiser dinner for American Baseball Foundation. The name is a little deceiving because it functions like a 6 1/2 hour summer day camp teaching sports, and strengthening reading and math skills. The primary objective is to give a leg up to kids who need a little boost. We are happy to be able to support it.

Wednesday: I spent part of the day with my head in the pantry  organizing and inventorying our stash. We have a lot more than I thought and I found things I had completely forgotten about in the process. Other than doing that, laundry and a little vacuuming I did some reading. My book had to be returned Friday and I had barely begun reading it. The bad thing about borrowing a digital book from the library is that it will disappear whether you have finished or not. There are no late fees and if there is a waiting list you cannot renew. I knew there were two people waiting so I had to read quickly.

Thursday: I was feeling like the most unpopular person on the planet. I had called my sister in the morning, and my home phone had rung once (yep I wish I had not answered that call) but my cell was mysteriously silent. I had taken it out of my back pocket to grab my credit card when I bought groceries, but only looked at the back of the phone since my cards lives in a pocket attached to the back cover. I did not realize until 11 at night that my phone had been on silent mode since the banquet Tuesday night. I had missed a few calls and messages. 

"Hi, my name is Anne, and I'm a dumb ass".

Friday: I woke to storms and decided it would be a great morning to stay in bed and read. I finished my books, got up and dressed for the day, then returned calls I had missed. I did talk briefly with Sluggy as she and her beloved husband motored down the highway headed for Louisiana. 

TheHub came home early and we watched Notre Dame beat Alabama in the NCAA Tournament. Tomorrow I will be rooting for St Peter's. I love when an underdog upsets a highly ranked team. (Though Notre Dame beat Alabama, they were not highly seeded.)

And the cherry on top? I got to talk to Pip who was on her way to band practice. She is the vocalist for the band, "The Rocking Corgis," (a kid band) and really loves it.

And now I begin week 12. Can you believe time is speeding by so fast.

Go and look for your joys, however small. They are always out there!

May all your weeds be wildflowers,

Anne