Spring made no attempt this year even to be smarmy. Nope. Not even fake friendly and polite, just one day of roaring wind after another, well, OK, a couple of breaks but… Bear — the formerly white dog — is a whiter shade of beige at this point. The air is so dry that when I brush her, the fur just returns to her body because of the static electricity. I don’t know if I’m annoyed or amused. Oh, wait. I’m tired of it. It’s funny how just writing that I hear my mom’s voice (and that of the universe) saying, “It doesn’t really matter that you’re tired of it. It’s what you’re getting.” 😀
The trick is to seize the day when it’s NOT like this. That’s pretty much the only thing I can do.
Featured photo: The Rio Grande River last December. I’d like to paint this but my painting self-esteem is as low as it’s ever been. SO… I have a bad case of “What’sthepoint?itis” combined with “yougotitgoodsweetcheeksquityerbellyaching.” If you’ve ever been so afflicted, you get it. 🙂