My stream of consciousness goes like this:
The Renter moved out today. Completely unexpectedly, she told us last night that she got a job as a YMCA camp Programs Director (really?) in Indiana and starts Monday morning.
While I'm thrilled for her, I'm also relieved for us. My husband was wondering how awkward it might be next week while I'm in Chicago. (Yay! for Chicago! and Wicked! with my blog friends!)
The spare bedroom needs painting, so since the room is pretty bare right now it's perfect timing! Hopefully, I can talk hubby into patching a few plaster cracks for me tomorrow and I can get started on that right away! With that done, the entire second floor will finally be painted! Now all we need is new carpet.
I can tell that spring is in the air. It was 71 degrees on Tuesday, and even though today it's down in the 30s again, the sun is shining and the sky is bright blue. The snow is melting away, leaving the first sprouts of grass, shoots of crocuses and tulips and leaves to be raked.
With spring now beginning to sprung (be sprung? springing?) we are starting to think of projects around the house that need doing. A repair on the foundation here, a new dishwasher there, fixing the weak spot in the roof here, building a rooftop garden there, etc and so forth.
Today I purchased a fabulous print that I not only think is beautiful, but the title spoke to me as loudly as if it were in the room with me: While I Wait for Spring. Winter can be enjoyable and many life-giving things found there, but starting even in the fall, I am continually waiting for spring. New life, new goals, new projects, new chances. The geese have returned, my seeds are getting planted, I want to be outside running through the puddles.
Striving to be healthier, to fit more comfortably in my own skin. Filling my head with new thoughts, my body with fresh foods, my heart with true things.
It's not official until next week, but I'm ready to declare it spring.