Sounds like a disease, doesn’t it. Really, what that means is that spring has sprung, and today, as the first day of spring, day and night are equal. Ahhh, more time to surf the ‘net looking up websites that have no educational nutritional value!

The sun is shining, the birds are singing, and even though the wind is whipping, it’s a great day. I should strap the girls into the Phil & Ted and wheel them around Waterside or something. Of course, with the wind blowing off the water, we might get blown into the MacArthur Center, into a store like Nordstroms or Ann Taylor Loft and my wallet can’t take another hit like that.
It’s precisely days like this and days to come that also renew my resolve to move from this apartment and into a house, particularly one with a yard. We’ve lived in this apartment for almost 2 years — that’s longer than any other place that we’ve lived. Oy! I want to be able to throw open the back door and let the girls play in the yard. If I had trees in the right spots, I’d actually hang laundry out to dry in the morning sun! That pinecone birdfeeder that Morgan made would hang from our tree — of course, since it went to Grandma and Pa, I know that it’s being well tended.

I haven’t got the heart to go into a diatribe about the real estate prices or our search for the holy grail that is a dwelling suitable for us. The search continues, and until then, I’ll just slide the windows up for some fresh air and a cool breeze. Look at the two fairies that blew into the living room yesterday. . .

Coever likes it more than she’s letting on *smiles*