It is with great glee that I report the manic month of March officially ended. Friday was a fitting end to the Maddest Month in Memory, what with doing an all-day training session at the office and then a bell concert at night. In a complete reversal from what I expected, the training session was actually the more satisfying of the two events. Last night’s concert was missing something – that undefinable “it” factor that makes art come alive. I know I didn’t have it, and no one else in the group seemed to either. Instead of energizing me, it was more like a long slog through a muddy field.
And now life returns to some semblance of normal, at least for a couple of weeks. I say “some” because the month of April has a most unpleasant task in store. We’ve sold our home in Florida, and by the end of the month will have to dispose of all the furnishings.
Big. Huge. Sigh.
I can’t think about that too hard right now, or I will start to cry. And I’ve worked too hard during that last month to start April off with tears.
The best part of the weekend occurred earlier today, when, courtesy of the magic of the internet, we had over an hour long visit with the wonderful, marvelous, spectacular Mr. Connor. He smiled, he cooed, he burbled and blubbered, he demonstrated his brand new Jump-a-Roo, and almost rolled over.
In other words, he put on quite a show for his weary grandmother, who has been moping around in a fierce bout of melancholy.
Spirits were duly lifted, Mr. Connor. Such power you hold, for one so tiny.
How about you? How’s your April shaping up?