After a lot of fitful starts and stops, it appears that spring has finally come to the Ozarks. We had a lot of swings in temperature last month, one day it would be in the 60s and then the next it would be freezing and snowing.
Through it all the crocuses carried on bravely. I had daffodils that got snowed on and showed no ill effects.
In the interim I have started going to water aerobics on a regular basis. When I first started, there were things I really couldn’t do, and I certainly could not keep up with the instructor. Now I can keep up with her and my core has gotten strong enough that I can do the things that were impossible before. And my love handles have shrunk.
I started out a little too fast and intense, and wound up being very sore. After a few weeks, my dear husband commented that perhaps I ought to give myself a chance to get in shape. “After all, you aren’t twenty five any more, it takes longer for your body to recover.”
Of course, this elicited a bit of a grumble, but I had to acknowledge that I am staring sixty in the face, and June isn’t that far away. So I cut back to three days a week, and I find that my body is much happier with me. If things keep on this way, after next week I will start going four days a week and see how it goes.
I have been to Texas since we last were together here at The Havens. I visited my older sister for a few days, took my quilt to her quilt guild to be admired (which it was). I find I am quite the anachronism as pretty much everybody does their quilting by machine nowadays. I chose to hand quilt the baby quilt so I could work powerful protective and loving energy into it. I don’t think you get the same result with a machine.
While I was in San Antonio, I was escorted about to some of the numerous stores that sell quilt fabric there. I felt much like a kid in a candy store with only five cents to spend, but I came home with a lot of beautiful stuff, including the rest of the fabrics I need for the next quilt I am going to make, which will be for Jesse and Lynette. I have the strips cut out, but have not started sewing them together yet. Soon.
Another thing that has happened is that young Mallory has gone blind. Several trips to the vet and we discovered that the lesions she had were the symptom of a deterioration that appears to be congenital. We believe she may be able to see large dark and light areas sketchily, although lately I doubt she even has that. It hasn’t slowed her down much. She still plays chase games with Impy and they wrestle. He chirps at her so she can locate him, and he is very kind about now cheating in the games and sneaking away from where she last heard him.
Occasionally she gets confused as to where she is, but that is happening less and less. She really gives us a dirty look if we leave the chairs out from the dining table and she runs into one. Also, we have had to acquire a trash can with a lid for the kitchen as the heightened sensitivity of her sense of smell has led her astray in that direction. She stole a chicken bone out of it the other day; I guess it just smelled too good to ignore.
So, the vegetable garden has seeds planted in it, but nothing is up yet. No big surrprise there. Soon.
So, I shall go off to give the latest massage and talk to you all later.