Next Week May be Better

Sunday, March 22, 2015. Spring is officially here, although today looked and felt a bit more like a dreary autumn day.

I heard that the nursing home isn't allowing any visitors: so I figure there's a bug going around town. Again. That would explain the way I've been feeling.

Still, it could be worse. It could be better, too: any I trust that it may be by next Sunday.

Spring!

Sunday, Marcy 12, 2015. Whoops. I missed last week's entry. Sorry about that.

We've done the 'spring forward' part of federally-mandated jet lag, which didn't help what I think was a slight almost-a-cold I caught.

Never mind. I'm back, almost awake, and have some photos.

Spring is here, by the way: warmish weather, no snow on the ground, everything.


Monday: snow is melting. (March 9, 2015)


The boat landing, near downtown. I've no idea what we're looking at. Maybe someone did a 'polar bear plunge,' and thoughtfully plugged the hole. Or maybe something else happened. (March 11, 2015)


The bridge and band shell, lakeside park. (March 11, 2015)

Now I really should try to get some sleep.

Another Week in Small Town America

Sunday, March 1 2015. Days are getting longer, a snow flurry almost happened this afternoon, and that's about all I've got.


Neighbors on the corner opposite our house are set for St. Patrick's Day. (March 1, 2015)

Next week I may have more. Then again, maybe not.