One of the main things I like about living in New Orleans is that spring comes in early February. Yesterday it was a gorgeous, sunny, warm day. I sat outside of the coffeeshop enjoying the glorious weather while working on my medieval notation project.
It's a little bittersweet, too. I should be getting all geared up and excited for this year's garden, armed with the knowledge and experience of last year's attempt. (Like, buy tomatoes plants that will not grow 9 feet tall by August.) But since at some point, we'll have to move because impending Elvis, the garden plot is neglected, lonely, bare. The few things still alive, green peppers and herbs, I'm just letting go until they are no more. I wonder what will happen to the little plot when I'm gone.
There's so much going on in my mind and our life in addition to the coming Elvis (and perhaps inspired by) that I really can't blog about (it is the world wide web, after all!) that sometimes it's hard to know what aspect of the banality of the rest of my life I can blog about.
I didn't get home until 9.30 pm last night. I'm thankful for my Tuesday/Thursday mornings to recover from my Mondays and Wednesdays. I really feel the strain more than I have before. I knew that Monday would be a late night, so we celebrated Val Day on Saturday evening. We had spent Saturday working really hard, so by the evening, we were both pretty exhausted. So our Val Day this year was pretty low key. We went to our fave Lebanese restaurant; Chris got me a nice bouquet of pink tulips and some other blue flowers. The one thing I really got into (since I love holidays so much) was Val Day pancakes for breakfast on Saturday. I put chopped up cranberries and orange zest in the batter, and they were super yummy!!
I have a conference coming up this weekend. Not sure if I want to leave my comfy South where the Japanese magnolias are blooming and go up to cold North with snow flurries predicted.