Weekend Plans Post: March!
One of my favorite times of year is when the sun starts getting low enough to shine about a yard onto the bed. The kitties can then lie on the bed and soak up some rays and the thought of them being in a cuddle pile in the sunshine is one of the things that helps me get through the day just a little bit faster.
This starts to happen right around the time that we start talking about the importance of putting the summer clothing away and taking out the hoodies and it ends right around the time that we start talking about putting the hoodies away again and take out the summer stuff.
Now, the conversation we most recently had was “well, not *THIS* weekend” “of course not”. But we had the first conversation about the need to do this and, yeah, the sun glides across the carpet instead of the bed this time of year. Which means that it’s about time to swap out the flannel sheets for the linen, the thick shirts for the short-sleeves, and put everything away for another set of long summer months.
And that will get here even quicker because this is the weekend that the government, once again, steals an hour from us. At the risk of veering into political territory, WASN’T THE CLOCK SWITCH SUPPOSED TO BE ILLEGAL BY NOW?!?!?
But here we are. Getting an hour stolen from us like a bunch of jerks.
And I only realized that while I was writing this post and googled “wait, when does DST start?” and found out it was Sunday.
I was in such a good mood, too.
This weekend will be spent with my hour on Friday and on Saturday. Saturday night, I will say goodbye to it. I hope for the last time but I keep getting rug-pulled.
So… what’s on your docket?
(Featured image is “Blankie”. Photo taken by Maribou.)
Down in Florida in retirementville north visiting my folks. Just the two youngest with us, and boy is it easy travelling with only 4 in the party…and no toddlers.
Mom found us some ‘reasonable’ accomodations at Disney, so we’ll spend a few nights there and one day park hopping. (Only the non-woke rides for us, don’t worry). Then we’ll sell one of the kids to pay for it all.Report
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MY HOUR!!!Report