Saturday thaw

[ksmith]

After 4pm already. What makes things worse is that we lose an hour tonight. It takes weeks for me to adjust.

Gaby passed her temperament test at the kennel! That means that during days when I have a full schedule–classes, meetings–I have a place to take her where she can play outside and have fun with other dogs. This makes me happy.

According to one of the techs, Gaby wasn’t big on treats or toys. But other dogs, she fit right in. The staff remembered King–which was nice–so one of the first dogs they introduced Gaby to was a big Lab. They got along just fine.

People just like Gaby. While I was waiting in the front office to pick up her up, a man and his young daughter–6, 7?–came in with a very yappy young terrier. As soon as the girl spotted Gaby, her face lit. She came over, asked Gaby’s name and petted her–of course Gaby obliged by rolling over for a tummy rub.

She’s been sleeping since she got home.

While Gaby was off having fun, I drove and grocery shopped and drove. I was sooo hungry when I got home. Dug a container of last summer’s pesto out of the freezer. Sautéed onion, red pepper, and broccolini in a little olive oil. Added slices of sun-dried tomato and some leftover greens–spinach, arugula. When the veggies were a little soft and the leafy stuff wilted, I stirred in the pesto, then added some cooked rigatoni. OMG, was it good.

Tomorrow, I will have it with leftover salmon. During the week, some roasted chicken breast.

Weather’s warming. Snowmelt is rattling down the gutters, and the piles of white stuff are shrinking. They’re going to get even smaller tomorrow. Rain. High near 50. Mud season is coming.

Mirrored from Kristine Smith.

Comments

[kristine-smith.livejournal.com]

It's not really a weather issue with me. I just hate losing the time. Weekends are short enough.

[e-moon60.livejournal.com]

With me it's sleep deprivation and temperature. I wake when the light comes, and can't sleep easily at night until it's dark, though I can nap in midday if I have to. So moving the legal "day" toward dawn cuts the coolest hours before business starts, and moves "bedtime" into the light hours long before it cools off at all. I can sort of escape this by simply ignoring the clock for 8 months of the year, but why should I have to? Why can't EVERYONE have some daylight time in which to enjoy the freshness of a summer morning instead the stale sultryness of a summer afternoon?

I know, I'm raving. A thunderstorm kept me up well after the new 1 am (we set the clocks forward at 10 pm as the storm approached) and it's only the luck of the draw that the men in the choir are singing this morning and I didn't have to get up at six to go sing. And that's another thing. Twice a year I have two stretches of time in which the sun stabs me in the eyes on Wednesday heading into the city for practice and Sunday morning heading into the city to sing. Just as I get to a non-stabby state, the time change comes along, "moves the sun" one way or the other, and there it is again, in the part of the windshield where nothing blocks it.