Yesterday, I headed up to Sugar Grove to borrow a dress from Mary, the navy blue one that she wore to her son Luke's wedding. It fit, and so that problem is solved, although I found a yellow dress in my own closet that I had purchased sometime back because it was on sale, and it was nice. Now I'm torn. (Torn, I tell you!) But the thing that shames me still is that it never occurred to me that the ivory dress might be inappropriate. It just never even entered my mind. I went there with one thought: to find a dress that complemented Nancy's, and singlemindedly thought no farther than that. *sigh* I'm so glad somebody said something or I would have been embarrassed for the rest of my life every time that I saw a wedding picture.
Enough about weddings, for the moment, anyway.
Coming home, traveling through Priest Hollow and up over Cole Hill, a redwing blackbird flew across the road in front of me. Another sign of spring. Yet another sign of spring, and I was glad. The grackles returned, and then the robins, and now the redwing blackbirds.
Last night, walking across the parking lot to my car after math class, I heard...peepers. Spring peepers (be sure to play the sound). I stopped dead in my tracks. "Listen!" I said to Angel. In unison, we both said, "Peepers!" and in the dark, we both sighed in contentment. Do you have spring peepers where you live? I cannot imagine spring without the sound of them.
When Tim and I went to bed last night, we talked for a while in the dark. It's a rough time here. Lots of uncertainty. He hasn't found a job. I've only got a part time one. We take turns reassuring each other that everything is going to work out okay. Last week, I was reassuring him. Last night, he was reassuring me. I wonder sometimes how people survive these times when they don't have someone to turn to when their own courage fails them. Anyways, a flash from the window caught my eye. Last night, we watched the lightning in the night. I fell asleep before I ever heard thunder, but it was the first lightning I've seen this year. Yet another sign that the season is changing.
I welcome the change!