March days when the sun
shines hot and the wind
blows cold: when it is
summer in the light, and
winter in the shade.
--Great Expectations
Is this not the loveliest
description of March? I’ve read it and reread it. I’ve bugged TLC to read it.
And reread it.
We’ve had more bitter cold,
icy, snowy, “Thank-you-but-we're-very-much-over-it!” kind of weather in North Central
Texas. TLC got sick, again, Monday evening. (Little Leighton has been doing
great! Knock on wood. Sigh.) I drove the two hours to their casa Tuesday morn.
I was only going to stay for the day and early evening. But, since, TLC was
puny, I took a bag and three extra outfits—in case she got worse or I got snowed/iced in. We’d
heard the Weather Peeps talking about a cold front coming through on Wednesday
that could involve snow and/or ice. Since they seem to be accurate about 50% of
the time, I thought it could be a problem—in terms of driving
back home.
When I saw how TLC
looked—and sounded—I did decide to spend Tuesday night. We’d see how her illness progressed. She wasn’t much better when we awoke yesterday morn. I was faced, though, with the possibility of
needing to stay until late Thursday afternoon because said Weather Peeps had
become certain the bad stuff was coming. Sometime afternoon/early
evening-ish.
TLC rallied long enough to take Little Leighton
to pre-school—sans lipstick and earrings (basically in her jammies—I mean no offense but YIKES, TLC...)—and I
did some errands for her. Went to a Sprouts Market for the first time in
my long life. AWESOME store. Freshest fruits and veggies. Extremely
clean. Exceptional customer service. I’m now jealous of another store TLC has
easy access to!
On my way back to her
casa—after a stop at a CVS for more cold/sinus/generalyuckinessmeds—I picked up some chicken noodle soup for Sicky TLC and moi at a convenient Panera. BEST. SOUP. EVER. Truly. TLC
has been living on it for days and days. I positively swear on my own life that Ye Old Wives’ Tale about chicken soup being good for a cold is 100% true. I’ve
believed this now for at least ten years. First
sign of me coming down with a cold? I’m consuming it like water. (By the Way: I don't feel that it has to be homemade chicken soup. Progresso works marvelously for me! Winky wink.)
TLC’s Hubby was going to
be working from home this morning, and there was no place Little Leighton
needed to be (She started ballet and tap lessons on Tuesday afternoon—stay
tuned for that update!) today, so we deemed it wise I head west asap. I
departed TLC’s casa at 12:30 noon . Typically, a good, safe and (legally) fast trip to my back
door, from her front door, takes a little over two hours. On the President
George Bush Tollway, approximately nine miles from TLC’s casa, I hit
ScArY rain—mixed with sleet. I white-knuckled it to the east side of Ft. Worth 3:50 p.m. !
We were blessed with more snow last
night. (I say "blessed" because it is moisture. We're in a drought. We'll take water any way we can get it.) TLC and Her Gang got probably over four inches. My Sweet Hubby (MSH) believes we got maybe two. He and I
are marooned up here on our hill until at least mid-afternoon. The sun is out
and the sky is a beautiful blue—so we have those gifts from God to comfort our
weary winter souls!
Hey—March: We’re ready for more light—less wind and cold, ‘kay? DEAL.
ta-ta for now, Silly
Friends…Stay warm and cozy…and hopeful for a delightful Spring season…
