Quite a number of appointments peppered this month: dental cleaning, front tooth install, Finn’s bi-annual, kitchen guy templating the counters, two Tuesday-Group-Now-Wednesday-Group meetings, a visit from the exterminator and the water meter guy, two extra Amherst Writers’ zoom meetings (not the regular workshops), a PCP visit and hip X-ray. K went to China and I got another Covid booster. Both my boys had birthdays.
3/1 When the sock slips down from ankle to heel, is it the sock or the shoe?
3/2 Rain dots the bluestone as we head out with the dog. Crocus springing up.
3/3 To make cream biscuits just call on your ancestors. Let them knead the dough.
3/4 A spring robin sings her heart out from the rooftop. Even the sky sighs.
3/5 Complicated? Talk and talk some more and then write it down. Stories. Life.
3/6 Dragon litter must mean something auspicious like “Obstacles melting.”
3/7 We laugh. We eat cake. And we wonder how many more years do we have?
3/8 “Reading the sidewalk” is nothing less than scanning for small miracles.
3/9 A man walks east in the woods and at first I thought he was a turkey.
3/10 It’s not a stink bug. It’s not a cricket. It walks on the bathroom scale.
3/11 Jackhammers do the impossible —they make leaf blowers seem benign.
Dueling jackhammers at two sites. You’d think it rare. Here? Not anymore.
3/12 Squat, pair, seam, then press. That’s how you piece a quilt when you work on the floor.
3/13 She ate three servings of my mushroom risotto. Grief notwithstanding.
3/14 I fill one of last year’s hanging pots with dog poop. Raking can begin!
3/15 Idyllic enclave at cul-de-sac’s end — ruined with a fence. Private!
3/16 Rake dusty oak leaves away, reveal ruby shoots. Warriors of spring!
3/17 Vertigo kept her from walking around the lake. We went together.
3/18 Branches bob in a cold March wind. Their shadows brush up against heartache.
3/19 Daniel and Parker, along the fence, fuzzy buds of magnolia.
