Spring 2017: Earlier Than Ever Monday, Feb 27 2017 

Spring weather always comes before the official spring season along the Gulf Coast because of our sub-tropical climate.  But what will make this year’s spring so memorable is that spring came waaaaaaaay too early.  Azaleas, for example, began blooming in late January.  In my 64 years in these parts, I don’t remember ever seeing azalea blossoms that early.  We used to think mid-February blooms were an early-season oddity.

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Marley the Dog loves spring transplanting, too, because the upturned soil is full of tasty grub worms.

No complaints here, though.  We used this first day of our Mardi Gras holiday to plant and transplant shrubs.  The 80 degree weather  this afternoon was more like April than late February, so we perspired a little.  But I’ll take that, too.  For my taste, balm is better than cold!

Humble Rewards of the Profession: Seniority? Friday, Feb 24 2017 

My school’s accreditation review team visited this week. As they introduced themselves Wednesday evening at a dinner reception, each cited her years of tenure in the educational profession.

One noted 29 years.  Another 32 years.  The next 28 years.  And so on and so forth.

I didn’t say anything, but my count is 37 years.  I’ve been around the block more than any of them.  (And all bias aside, if I say so myself, most of them looked older than me!)

So what a blessing!  Thirty-seven years of any kind of work  is laudable, but all those years fulfilling a life’s calling leads to more of the humble rewards.

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Teaching young people keeps me “young.”

I praise God for the gift of longevity in the profession.

Let the Patio Dwelling Begin . . . Sunday, Feb 19 2017 

In South Louisiana, truly, any season can be patio dwelling season, even during the dead of winter, because Gulf Coast winters often wax mild, global warming nothwithstanding.

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Outdoor TV is a sign of patio dwelling times. Bring on spring!

So this mild weekend past.  The mid-February temps touched 80 degrees Saturday and Sunday.  We took full advantage, grilling and chilling with the TV on the patio Saturday afternoon.

Shorts and tee-shirts forever in the land where patio dwelling is a year-long pursuit!

Wind Chill Thursday, Feb 16 2017 

This piece came from a sensory exercise outside St. Anthony’s Church on a wind-chilly morning in early February.  Beautiful sun, bone-chilling north wind: Brrrrr!

img_0863Glorious sunshine: Inviting, beaming brightly through puffy white clouds under the blue heaven of a mid-winter morning.

But no!  No sooner does my sun-sick fancy revel at the morning’s brightness than a north-borne gust of bitter chill invades the sun-swept space, agitating Live Oak branches nearby and dispelling the cozy warmth.  Sunlight’s charm and cheer cannot oppose the chilling breeze’s rude assault.

Dejected, I retire indoors to wait for the balm of spring.

When Nothing Works: An Episode with Mother Nature and the Un-Marvels of Meds Saturday, Feb 11 2017 

Sneezing, snotting, coughing, snorting, sleepless nights: Enough!

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Nothing works!

A doctor’s visit three days ago  provided  no relief for a viral affliction that is so far impervious to the pharmaceutical advances of modern medicine.  Antihistamines are impotent; the body’s mucous-producing power overwhelms the prescribed decongestants with an ever-oozing flow of sludgy snot; the dry-as-dust, nagging cough  mocks  the efficacy of the most renowned suppressants and expectorants.

I thought it was just “me,”  but when I went to the pharmacy this morning, the friendly lady behind the counter chuckled when I explained to the pharmacist that the doctor’s remedies were not working.  She told me, “Oh, yes, that’s what’s going around now.  Everybody who comes in tells us the same thing: nothing works.”

Hearing that didn’t make me feel any better.  Mother Nature, as usual, is just having her way, and there’s not much I can do about it except sneeze, snot, cough, snort, and toss and turn at night.

 

Doggy Daze: One-Up-Manship Saturday, Feb 4 2017 

Marley let his guard down, and Sadie snatched the open seat on the recliner.  Marley broods from the floor.  See the jealous rage in his countenance?

Sadie reigns as bossy queen of “upmanship” (up on the furniture). At least for this evening.

Let’s see who beats it to Mom’s and Pop’s bed  later?  The “lights out” moment of upmanship is up in Mom and Papa’s bed: Marley’s specialty.  img_0874He believes sleeping with Mom and Pop is his entitlement.