07 March 2007


I feel like I've neglected my posting for a few days. We've been very busy. Our friend Charles came into town last weekend and he asked that someone among the group host "Dinner Club".

Of course, we've been neglecting major housecleaning for a while so Cameron spent an entire day dusting, vacuuming, cleaning glass, scrubbing upholstery, looking for cobwebs in the living and dining rooms. And, if you're familiar at all with living in an old house, you know that his work was cut out for him. He did this during his last day home for the week. I tried to clean the remaining rooms while he was gone -- after coming home from work -- but I didn't make much progress. Outside of the old house that is always dusty as hell, I am a collector of too many things. This means that while the house isn't cluttered to the point of psychosis there are still plenty of things to dust. And, after coming home from work at 6:30 or 7 every evening I still had daily chores to do like taking care of the dogs and making something to eat. By the time I got any momentum going it was bedtime. So he and I spent from 7:30 in the morning on Saturday until around 2:30 that afternoon finishing the house. Sort of like early spring cleaning.

After that, we began preparing for that evening's dinner. For "Dinner Club," everyone brings a dish from a country chosen by the hosts, or in this case, the guest of honor. Over the years this was a monthly thing before the group was splintered with moves out of town, families starting, jobs changing, etc. We've honored Japan, France, Poland, Mexico, Spain, Italy, Morocco, Greece and many others. This time the country was China. Thankfully, everyone chose something unfussy to prepare, even though there was a little blurring of the lines with some fare other than Chinese. Regardless, the food was great and the evening was fantastic. It was nice spending time with people we adore but don't see much anymore.

Back to the original thought/feeling for this post, however. I'm not sure our spring cleaning was too early. Doing the auto ballet* this evening, I noticed that spring is here. The vinca vine is showing us its beautiful purple faces. The Jet Trail Quince has been blooming for a couple of weeks and is more eye-catching than ever. The camellia blooms that usually begin to open in January and then are subsequently frozen to ugly brown blobs by mid-February are still saying "aren't we beautiful? The promise of stately irises is inevitable. The decision to move daylight savings time up a couple of weeks makes this spring loom over me even more than it normally would.

I am so delighted that the days are growing warmer and longer. I often wonder how I endured winters not so far north in Louisville with cold weather hanging on a couple of weeks longer in the spring and hitting us a couple of weeks earlier in the fall. Must've been because I was surrounded by family. It's all I can do to stand the few weeks of cold we endure here. Now, I can't imagine living anywhere further north. I hate winter. I hate cold.

Thank God, spring is here.

* Auto Ballet:

We have a one-lane driveway and three cars. Now, you see clearly. : )

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