Paulette seems to think it's time for me to come back and provide her daily morning entertainment along with her Starbucks coffee. Well, I don't know if I can promise a daily read--not only do I have to watch the typing, but I'm seriously NOT living a very exciting life these days, so I might not have too much to talk about. Still, I'll see what I can do, because Paulette is a sweetie, and as I said yesterday, I miss the rest of you too!
It took me awhile to face the fact that Easter was coming. By then, Valentine's Day was a thing of the past, but I still hadn't taken down my Valentine's Day and "winter" decorations. In fact, it seems to me it was nearing the end of February when it occurred to me that Easter was only a month away, and if I was going to do anything about decorating around my house, I'd better get started.
I know you'll probably find it odd, but these days--despite having nothing but time on my hands--it doesn't seem like I get very much done quickly. It took me several days to take down the old stuff and another few days to get around to getting out the Easter stuff. But I finally did. And since I know some of you like to see what I've done with my holiday decorations, here's a little "tour" of the kitchen:
My physical therapist laughed at me. I happened to mention one day that my back was a little sore from bending and such, and he asked what I'd been doing. "Decorating for Easter," I told him. He thinks it's silly. After he stopped laughing, he asked me if I had one of those wooden signs in my garden of grandma's backside. But then this is a guy who gets his kicks running triathalons. Yeah, I don't get that either. But I didn't laugh at him--I just shook my head and rolled my eyes when he wasn't looking. 'Cause I knew if I laughed, he'd probably have made me do more exercises. Sadist.