The dining room table always looks better with a bloom of buds before my mom's work space. I figured she'd need something to brighten up the sadness that comes from such loss. I'm sad, too, that I couldn't make it to the celebration of life but with everything unwinding from the weekend and the conference next week, I knew I'd better sit still in Connecticut. I worked on journal reviews, sharing materials with colleagues, getting ready to hire for the summer, and contacting with bus companies (just kill me with the bus companies).
The 70-degree day also turned into an 85 degree day. I wanted to get new patio furniture and went out to spend money, but both places I went to had such horrible customer service that I eventually just walked out. I was even holding my wallet in my hand ready to go. Screw that. If you come by and check on me, I ask a question, and you go to seek an answer, I expect you to come back. Nope. Their loss. Wish I could return with patio chairs in both arms to say, "Big mistake. Big, Big mistake."
I might set out to try again today but mid-90s temperatures makes me think I want to stay in doors to avoid the combination of heat and pollen. My throat and nostrils are already in a war zone.
Ah, but there's no classes and emails have dwindled to a minimal (which is such a tremendous joy). It's one of the reason I much prefer summer.
