This is the day we turn the calendar and expect spring.
Ugly forms of spring, yes, but at least clear signs of spring.
None!
An Arctic blast, predicted to last through the weekend, will take us right back to single digit lows.
This is also apparently the day that we do not get a local paper. If we do, it will come in early afternoon.
Over the past three weeks, we've tried to figure out a pattern or the logic of no papers one day, afternoon papers some days, early morning papers other days.
Yesterday morning the paper was in the box.
The morning before, no paper.
That afternoon, a paper.
This morning, no paper.
And, so it goes.
Bill did call a few days ago and nicely asked if the morning paper had turned into an afternoon paper.
"We're working on it," the voice at the other end said.
In the meantime, we keep guessing and wondering if this is a strategy leading up to no papers ever delivered. The paper powers-that-be could be getting us prepared by this intermittent paper delivery of late.
We had that very thing happen a year or so ago with the regional paper. Could be the same situation here.
This is also the day I'll take the taxes to the accountant's office.
I don't know what day it will be when we learn how much extra cash will go into our pockets with that big tax cut everyone received last year.
I won't hold my breath, and, for sure, I don't plan to be standing on a cliff in some other country like that year the tax preparer called me on my cell phone and told me we owed big time.
Sorta like the morning paper of late, you just never quite know.
I might sound cynical this morning. Admittedly, just a little.
That's what happens when winter refuses to go away and it gets cold and you feel frozen in place.
Actually, it's not THAT bad. We still have First Amendment rights so I think it's okay to complain.
It IS a rather pretty March First, if you love winter.
On this March First, with no sign of spring and no paper and probably no tax cut, I did happen upon an uplifting podcast during my early morning surfing.
Before saying anything more about the podcast, it's probably appropriate for me to remind readers that I've told my husband several times during our marriage (three past surgeries and the most recent foot surgery) that I'm
NO NANCY NURSE!
NO NANCY NURSE!
At this point, I must say that Bill had taken that to heart and that, if he has to be an in-home patient with a wife without much patience pertaining to medical stuff, he has earned a gold star.
And, really, we've done pretty darned well so far for a couple of old farts spending a whole lot more time with each other than usual.
The secret: he's been tidy, so I've been nice.
No drama from Bill, so no drama from Marianne.
Essential ingredient: a healthy sense of humor with both parties.
A simple formula.
So, now, back to the NANCY NURSE.
I do happen to know a NANCY NURSE and have known her since she was a smiling Ponderette on the drill team at Sandpoint High School a few decades back.
She's one of the "Holmly Sisters," five lovely ladies who are anything but homely.
I also know a JANEL NURSE. She's their mother.
She was my nurse at Bonner General when my daughter Annie was born, and Janel has remained a good family friend for decades.
She was my nurse at Bonner General when my daughter Annie was born, and Janel has remained a good family friend for decades.
Plus, she's one of Sandpoint's Women of Wisdom.
Anyway, Janel's daughter NANCY NURSE has been featured in a podcast focusing on ways people reach out to help others.
While listening to a portion of the podcast this morning, I thought about how we are so lucky throughout this country to have a continuous network of unsung, unselfish heroes like Nancy and her friend.
These folks see a need and quietly go about seeing it satisfied through creative ideas, perseverance and hard work.
These folks see a need and quietly go about seeing it satisfied through creative ideas, perseverance and hard work.
Nancy has always stood out as an inspiration to all who know her. So, it's neat to see this tangible example of how she has reached out in her community to make a positive difference for others.
Who was her inspiration? Her mom.
This podcast addition to a morning with too much snow and more than enough "blah, blah, blah" helped enhance my day.
Hope you enjoy. Happy Friday.
This podcast addition to a morning with too much snow and more than enough "blah, blah, blah" helped enhance my day.
Hope you enjoy. Happy Friday.
No comments:
Post a Comment