Waking To A White Morning

7:37

What a surprise to open the blinds and see snow on the lawn on another windy morning.  It's going to be cold, in the 30s most of the day, in fact, for the next couple of days, putting a hold on Spring flowers.  Just as we think Spring has sprung, nature plays tricks on us. As I finish this, it's 8:15, and at least forty buffleheads are cruising in from of our house.

Thunder Bridge In The Rain

Today it's snow, yesterday it was rain most of the morning.  It was drizzling when I woke, discouraging any hope I had of kayaking.  So after listening to the news, writing the blog, I did up Saturday night's dishes, letting Evie sleep in late, a lucky girl.  Once Evie had her coffee and was ready to converse, we decided to be crazy and go for a walk in the rain around the Chautauqua Institution.  Neither of us felt very peppy as my Dad would say and we hoped the walk would perk us up.  It did some to be honest although we came home soaked after walking a couple of miles in drizzle and rain.  Obviously, we were the only crazies on the streets, admiring the brave shoots of green everywhere in the front yards of the homes.  

We both arrived home tired but hungry so Evie got busy making our breakfast, a Turkish omelet with tomatoes and feta cheese and toast,  We watched part of CBS Sunday morning before we both had enough and wanted to relax.  I read and napped for a bit and Evie prepped some of the dinner of chicken piccata, then watched some TV.  After my nap, I watched much of the Gonzaga/Oregon State basketball game but by the end, I had enough and suggested we watch a movie with Laura Dern called The Tale, a disturbing film about a woman who discovers she has repressed the fact that she was molested as a thirteen-year-old. It was intense, not a relaxing, fun Sunday afternoon film, and it's based on the filmmaker's own experience.  

Evie put together our dinner of chicken piccata and rice and we were enjoying Real Time With Bill Maher by 6:30.  The chicken hit the spot, nice and lemony, perfect with rice and asparagus. It was a good choice for a Sunday dinner.  We then watched three more episodes of the Israeli series Shteisel. Although it's set in an unfamiliar culture, you soon realize people are the same, no matter their background. They laugh, they love, they want, they fail, they endure.