This is my last post for a month and I have nothing to write. Which means you are in for random thoughts from my head.
Last night I came home and my evergreen clematis is in bloom! I should go take a picture and post it for you. Hang on.
Okay--that was much harder than I anticipated. I went outside armed with my iPhone--which I admit, I am not totally proficient with yet--and tried to take a picture. However, the camera was on video mode so I took some videos of the flowers and me moving around trying to get a picture. Only I couldn't figure out how to get it back to camera mode. So, I had to come into the house and ask my daughter. And duh, it was a simple scroll thing. Hmm.
Then I went back out to get the picture, emailed it to myself, downloaded it, and voila--here is a picture of my blooming clematis.
And now, you're looking at the picture wondering why I was so excited that it was blooming because it's just beginning. But when it's in full bloom within the next couple of weeks, I won't be here to share the pics with you. So, imagine this plant in a 4X6 ft eruption.
The other night my girls and I went to see Divergent. My oldest and I had read the books and I think I shared that while we loved the first two books, we pretty much hated the third one. And if you look at Amazon reviews, that's the general consensus.
So, we were wary about getting hooked on the movies because we know how it ends and we don't like the ending. But it's okay, because after seeing the first movie, we're not really interested in seeing the next one.
I am eating black potato salad. Thank you, Loretta--my daughter's friend and co-worker who sent it home so I could try it. It tastes similar to my dad's potato salad (white potato salad?) but his was crunchier--lots of celery, crisp pickles, and firm potatoes. Next to my dad's, this is the best potato salad that I've had.
Just for the record, it was Loretta--an African American--who called it black potato salad and said we should try it. At Thanksgiving, she invited KB to her home for a black Thanksgiving. Until then, I didn't know there was a difference. I've not met Loretta yet, but I think we'd get along fabulously.
It's not often we use the word fabulously. I wonder why. It's kind of a cool word. But when I say it, my head kind of conjures up girls in flapper dresses and men in dapper suits. Not that there's anything wrong with that. I'm sure they were quite fabulous as well.
I am off for three days, work five, and then off for eight glorious days!! Glorious is another word we don't use that often. For glorious, my mind envisions fluffy clouds, rainbows, and sunshine. Spring in the Northwest. And you thought it was just rain--well, there's that, too, but the without rain, we'd have no rainbows.
For the beginning of my staycation, hubby and I are going to the coast for two days to celebrate our 30th anniversary. Lincoln City in April. Glorious. I should get a picture to show how beautiful it is. Hang on.
Now, imagine the wind and beach mist. Yeah, our coast is a bit different from the warmth and sunshine one usually connects with going to the beach.
But, we still have the roar of the Pacific ocean, the scent of sea air, and the sand between our toes--well, if it were actually warm enough to take off our shoes and go barefoot. But like they say, a day at the beach is better than a day anywhere else. At least I think that.
And now we come to the end of my random musings. To think you're going to miss this mess that is my brain for a month. Sad.
Take care and see you in May.