Hello, Japanese Magnolia blooms. Your brown spots prove you've ignored my warnings that you've showed yourselves too early. Despite them, however, you make a bright splash in an otherwise drab landscape until the thermometer drops again.
Goodbye, warm temperatures. I was much happier with last weekend's days in the 70s than I am at the prospect of lows near 25 by the coming weekend.
Hello, repairman. At least that's what I'd like to be saying. One of the two units that heats our house is on the fritz and we're on the list for a service call. Apparently, it's a long list.
Goodbye, excess emails. I'm making a conscious effort to unsubscribe from mailing lists that yield clutter and not valuable information. The inbox fills up faster than I can keep up with anyway.
Hello, steam iron. It's amazing how appealing time with you becomes when there's an ailing heater in the house. I'm almost regretting the small number of items that need to be pressed this week. Almost.
Goodbye, sore muscles. Oh, wait...after this morning's workout, I can't say that for another day or two. I do like the challenge though and the increase in strength is apparent. Pretty good for an old lady.
Hello, Unolingo. It's a daily crossword with a Sudoku twist that stretches my brain cells in new ways. You'd like this puzzle, Mo...but don't blame me when you get hooked.
Goodbye, crepe myrtle branches. Gardening lore says they should be trimmed by February 14 and I've met that goal. I like the clean look, until they leaf out anyway, but the birds miss a favorite landing spot.
Hello, clever scrapbook page. It's been a while since a layout has made me want to sit right down and make my own just like it but this one sure did. Well, like it but with my own spin. It may be digital but it would be easy to translate it to paper.
Goodbye, stuff. I hauled a trunkload-ful to Goodwill and as I was gathering it all up, I kept asking myself why I'd held onto it for so long. It's kind of scary what collects in the back of cupboards I don't get into very often.
Hello, gusty north winds. We've spent far too much time together this winter. I thought I left you behind in Kansas.
Goodbye, complaints. I could live in Boston.