I love Spring. A few more days of this kind of weather and we will be seeing forsythia peeking out at us. Spring brings out extremes in me big time. I become pensive, brooding and a bit lonely. Not sure why, but it has always happened, even when surrounded by friends and family. I do a lot of soul-searching and tend to look out of the window and daydream instead of work. I put off things that need to be done. At least I have stopped telling myself that I will move my desk away from the window. It is here to stay, this is where it needs to be. In celebration of Spring, I think I will go to the museum this Sunday, take a sandwich and drink and sit in the garden. It will be a bit chilly so I won't have to talk to people. Yep. I like that idea. Maybe I will buy some bologna, a devil dog (do they still make them?) and a banana to take.
It is my brother's birthday, I bought the card last week but it is still on my desk. I will call him today and still mail the card. I don't recall if I mentioned that I bought a book titled, Brothers Are Special, while I was browsing in Border's a week or two ago. One of the quotes come from Bessie Delaney of Having Our Say. Ms. Delaney said, "It never made a bit of difference to me that Hubert became an assistant United States attorney, a judge and all that. he was still my little brother." I understand that sentiment so well.
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