Saturday, March 9th

I staggered into the house after a ride through the drizzle. The most annoying part of this whole recovery sequence is when my legs threaten to give way after the most menial of activities. But that will pass in time, right? I sure hope so. That's beside the point, however.
What a beautiful day. It smells like spring. Granted, what with the rain, slush, and lack of flowers, its not an ideal picture of spring as we see it in Birds & Blooms magazine, but the world has a variety of masks.
Can you believe it's March? Already? I think this year has made my "most eventful" list. My imaginary "most eventful" list. You know, the only reason I even have a most eventful list this year is because I actually have time to think. *grin

Oh, yes. I almost forgot. I watched the Hunger Games, and I'd like to give you all a rating. It rated a 9 on the icky-o-meter, 10 on the acting-o-meter, and it received the B. L. A. H. award on the plot-o-meter. I'd give it four out of ten stars--only because of the acting. And the game-maker's beard. The game-maker's beard was SPECTACULAR. Here's a picture of it:
                                                     
Isn't it the best? I thought so.

Back to the drizzle. This week, because it's been so warm, I've had the privilege to watch the icicles form outside my window. The light sparkles in them like they've caught the sun's light and trapped it in their slender bodies. No icicles today, however. Just a grey expanse of sky and that oh-so-fresh air. I wouldn't trade it for the world.